Sunday, November 6, 2011.
The next day, Sunday, started with fireworks! Well, I was indeed up late yesterday; that happens sometimes when I write. But I don’t mind. After single dining I like to spend my writing time exploring the boundaries of my imagination, to the amusement (or horror) of my editor…   more »

Saturday, November 5, 2011.
When I think about it, I’ve been doing this “dining alone” quite a lot over my lifetime. Yes … I’m that old! But don’t worry, this business about single dining is timeless and ageless, and it’s not about getting a quick bite from a shop counter, throwing some substance into a microwave oven, going out to a fancy restaurant as a treat, or something like that…   more »

Friday, January 21, 2011.
So, what happened after I finished my story? Apart from printing and publishing the book in September 2008, a lot, I would say. How did my hopes for a life turn out? As I have written about before, this story has become true for me in many ways, the most important being what has happened emotionally. That reality is a strange place, and you just can’t prepare or plan for everything, and I’m no exception …   more »

Sunday, January 2, 2011.
Sara knew what was going on inside Robin, so just a couple of weeks after they came home from San Francisco, Sara was the one to bring the subject up. It was a Friday evening, and they had finished dinner and were sitting in the living room with their coffee and cognac,   more »

Saturday, January 1, 2011.
Even though it was Robin changing sex, Sara was equally exposed to people’s judgment. Sara was afraid people would think, “How could she choose to stay with a person like Robin?” Yet they both wanted to be optimistic,   more »

Sunday, December 26, 2010.
And as that spring wore on, yet another meeting with Robin’s Swedish psychiatrist was coming up. More tedious tests and questionnaires, she thought.   more »

Saturday, December 25, 2010.
As days passed once they were home, Robin’s swelling and bruises vanished. There was no doubt that the doctor had done a great job—Robin didn’t look male anymore. When she looked in the mirror now tears often blurred her sight,   more »

Sunday, December 19, 2010.
Late that summer, a month after their consultation in San Francisco, Robin started taking the hormones she had been prescribed by her British psychiatrist. And after only one day on them she could feel the difference.   more »

Saturday, December 18, 2010.
Robin felt more alive than ever and that Friday afternoon was one of the happiest in her life. Yet, still her development wasn’t complete. There were some pieces of herself that the little girl inside wasn’t able to live with, and those were the pieces belonging to her face.   more »

Sunday, December 12, 2010.
In spite of all that had happened, Sara and Robin were still together, and they were happier than they had been in years. As Robin gained confidence in her female self, her new persona had a profound effect on the way she acted and thus on her physical appearance.   more »

Saturday, December 11, 2010.
For Sara now it was like she was standing there at the turning, hard-nailed to the ground and watching her husband walk away in a new direction. Was she supposed to follow him? Was she wanted? Did she want to follow?   more »

Sunday, December 5, 2010.
This was May, two years after that incident on the beach. Sara could enjoy her husband when he was Robin, but her contradicting emotions grew. With the image of Peter fading away, she didn’t know where to seek comfort…   more »

Saturday, December 4, 2010.
That read hit Peter hard; it seriously shook him up. The book told about his pain in almost the same manner as he had felt it, and the resemblance with the author’s experience was striking…   more »

Sunday, November 28, 2010.
It had become June, and a first summer shower had just passed outside on the farm. In many ways the summer had started strangely: it was cold and the weather shifted all the time. Even so Daisy was outside, as she often was…   more »

Saturday, November 27, 2010.
Sara and Peter’s small week holiday became a wonderful experience for both of them, but also very different in many curious ways. One big difference was that they went clothes shopping a lot, and Peter enjoyed it for the first time in his life…   more »

Sunday, November 21, 2010.
The long summer they began with their Seychelles trip in May had now come to an end, with the still-warm air at the farm smelling like autumn. Sara came home late one Friday afternoon, having finished her last week of work before their holiday…   more »

Back home Peter returned to work in his home office as usual, but work wasn’t fun anymore for him. He had problems concentrating too, but he didn’t think that much about it because he’d had “down days” before…   more »

Sunday, November 14, 2010.
Peter was about three-hundred feet away and silently assessed the full situation. First he turned to look at Sara sitting on the beach near the sleeping baby, and he saw that Sara too could hear the French woman shouting for help…   more »

Saturday, November 13, 2010.
The few days Peter and Sara stayed on Mahé Island went by quickly. They spent most of their time on a small beach that was well protected from any surf, and they drove around in their rented car visiting favorite places and sites that were new to them…   more »

Sunday, November 7, 2010.
They drove back to their cottage and unloaded everything on a kitchen table in the back of a big room. The front room had a beautiful view out over the ocean, with a few palm trees between them and their view of the whole bay and the beach below…   more »

Saturday, November 6, 2010.
This story is based on a true event and its complex implications. It’s about transsexualism. Even though this phenomenon occurs rather commonly and therefore affects us all, most of us don’t want to talk about it and we work hard to deny its existence…   more »

Sunday, October 1, 2010.
When we first start to read a story, I guess we do it with some expectations. Whatever you thought about this story when you first started to read—did it fulfill any of your expectations?   more »

Sunday, September 26, 2010.
Lots of people were walking around admiring the park and the flower, but the park was not crowded. Many of the visitors carried cameras around their necks. Signs scattered intermittently told about the park, the flower, and its benefactors…   more »

Thursday, September 23, 2010.
When they reached the open field and saw the slope, both the father and his little girl pointed out the place were the flower was. As they reached the marking stick, the chairman bent down. Amy, who wasn’t that shy anymore, gently lifted the leaf to let him have a look…   more »

Sunday, September 19, 2010.
Once in the forest, they didn't have to go far to find an open field with old hardwood trees standing on one end up a slope facing south. Their path crossed the field in the middle, but it was not difficult for them to make their way to the slope…   more »

Thursday, September 16, 2010.
In a village on the outskirts of a big city (well, in this little tale it could be any city really), the rising sun had begun painting the grey sky bright blue at the horizon. A little girl named Amy slowly woke and turned her head towards her bedroom window…   more »

On Sunday morning Deirdre packed her last things, but she wasn’t in a hurry. She’d ordered her taxi for the airport to give her plenty of time. The view outside her apartment windows was stunning—the sea lay almost as flat as a mirror…   more »

Saturday, April 17, 2010.
Deirdre woke late and felt satisfied, like she’d just slept better than she’d ever slept before. And her inner calm was reflected by the weather: the wind had quieted during the night, and now there was not a cloud on the sky…   more »

Friday, April 16, 2010.
The bus navigated its way through narrow streets out to the peak of Jerbourg. Deirdre felt confident; she knew what to expect. There were no clouds over her heaven and very few in the sky when she stepped off the bus…   more »

Thursday, April 15, 2010.
Encouraged by her new insights about family, Deirdre was quick out on the path again the next day; she wanted to learn more. Her sore knee had improved considerably and she stretched her walk. Everything felt so easy…   more »