Tag Archives: Varia

Rom i regnet (personal) .                                                                                                                                 [embedded content] Till Anna — som fick mig att överleva tre ändlöst långa gymnasieår. Och till Ulf — som skriver den sorts musik som glömskan inte rår på.

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Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was— for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.

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Living on my own .[embedded content]

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My moral compass (personal) This is the advice I’ve always given my sons and daughters when they’ve come and asked for guidance when confronted with momentous moral issues in life: Ask yourself — Can I do this and still like what I see in the mirror tomorrow when I wake up? That moral compass has served me well for almost half a century now, and I’m sure it has also helped my youngsters to become the good and honest people they are.

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