I’ve always liked learning new things and part of me was excited to go back to school. I’m in Norwegian language courses, or as they call it “norskkurs” (NORSHK’ koosh).
My first class was in a small suburb of Oslo and I was struck by how many people from different countries were there. We had students from Lithuania, Poland, Russia, Brazil, Mexico, Turkey and two Americans. The other American was a sweet chic from Minnesota. (Hi L!)
My first day of Norwegian class.
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I’m gutted. Donald Trump is the next president of the United States and I’m simply gutted.
I understand that so many people are thrilled for this, and I respect the outcome of the election as well as their right to be happy their candidate won. I, however, am devastated. I’m devastated and at a loss for the right words.
It’s not that I think that the Washington establishment is fantastic. No. Not at all. But what saddens me is road the country has traveled to … Read more ...
In U.S. presidential races, the bickering between candidates gets ugly and this year, it’s been downright disgusting. As an American living abroad, it’s been plain embarrassing.
Even though many of us Americans don’t follow the politics of other countries, the rest of the world watches ours. My friends here in Norway are monitoring this election very closely, and the most common question I am asked is: Why?
Today’s Election Day in the U.S. who will come out on top? (Photos by Gage Skidmore and Lorie
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There’s a black man. Police confront him. Police kill him, and we watch the video. There’s an investigation, protests and calls for justice. A community grieves, and we all hit repeat.
Alton Sterling, repeat. Philando Castile, repeat. Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Walter Scott, Willie Tillman, David Joseph, repeat, repeat, repeat.
I’m tired, y’all. I’m eff-ing tired. I’m tired of hearing about these families who have lost fathers and sons, listening to simple platitudes about thoughts and prayers, or the pretzel-like explanations for how it’s all … Read more ...
Prince was a revolution. It was in his creativity, which gave life to genre-spanning, soul-funkifying music. It was in his political activism, from HIV/AIDS awareness, Hurricane Katrina aftermath, and Black Lives Matter. It also was in his fight for artists’ rights.
I can’t believe he’s gone.
We turned on the TV to check what was happening in the States and were shocked at the headline. #RIPPrince
Prince. The guy with the yellow assless pants. The guy who changed his name to an unpronounceable symbol. The … Read more ...