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This is a collection of hard-won, no-BS lessons I've learned by living through the same shit you might be dealing with right now. From navigating midlife chaos to ditching rules we never agreed to follow in the first place, this is where we get real about the universal struggles Gen X women face—no matter where you're from.
Because Gen X problems don't respect borders. Burnout speaks every language. The sandwich squeeze exists in Oslo and Ohio. And that moment when you realize the script was rigged? That's global.
This is your space to figure things out, one "Screw it" moment at a time. To stop performing. To roll your eyes at the bullshit. And to start living boldly, on your own damn terms.
Welcome to the club.
We've been expecting you.
The Chronicles
They Think You're Crazy. Smell the Rose Anyway.
There's a picture of me in an Alcatraz Psychiatric Ward hoodie — inmate number stamped on the sleeve — with my nose buried in a pink rose. Eyes shut. Hair like I lost a wrestling match with a hedge and the hedge won. I love this photo. Not because it's flattering — it absolutely is not, look at that hair — but because it's the most honest thing I own. Let me tell you what I actually see when I look at it. THE UNIFORM We're all wearing one. Mine just happens to say "Psych Ward
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17 hours ago3 min read
Why does this always happen to me?
You've said it out loud in the car. Muttered it in the shower. Thought it standing in your kitchen at 6:47 on a Tuesday, holding a cooling cup of coffee: why does this always happen to me? Same fight, different face. Same job nobody thanked you for, that you somehow volunteered for again. Same hollow feeling at the bottom of yet another thing you gave everything to. You're not unlucky. You're not cursed. The word for what's happening to you is pattern, and the reason it keeps
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Jun 93 min read
The Eternal Time Optimist
There is a particular kind of person who looks at a Tuesday and sees infinite possibility. I am that person. I have been that person my whole life. I am also, without exception, wrong. The eternal time optimist suffers from one delusion: that things take as long as they should take. Not as long as they actually take. The fence should hold. The weeds should stay put for a week. A man buying a chimenea should buy the chimenea and leave. None of this is how the world works. The
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Jun 23 min read
Misunderstandings ruin more relationships than bad intentions ever do.
What I say may not be what you hear. And what you hear may not be what I meant. I am responsible for what I say. You are responsible for how you react and respond. That doesn’t mean people should walk around carelessly saying hurtful things and then hiding behind “that’s not what I meant.” But it also means we have to stop assuming that every awkward phrase, poorly worded sentence, or blunt comment was designed to offend us personally. Sometimes people get hurt because they i
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May 262 min read
The Other Side of the Barn
Jentene i stallen aired on Norwegian TV2 this week. Adult men with power in stable culture taking advantage of girls who walked into the barn for the love of horses. No one is held accountable. The girls walked out with PTSD, anxiety, and trust issues. Most of them walked away from the horses too. Some of them forever. I was angry watching it. Of course I was. But twenty years of working with young people and horses, girls and boys, the troubled, the shut-down, the ones the s
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May 203 min read
They Just Show Up
Nobody asked them to come. That's the part I keep coming back to. We're in the middle of it right now. An 18-year move. Villa Solsiden needs to be emptied, cleaned, fixed and made beautiful for whoever comes next. It's a lot and Jan-Erik and I knew that going in. What we didn't calculate was the people. Friends are showing up with tools and work clothes. Our daughter's in-laws are showing up. People with their own weekends, their own lives, their own lists, and they're here a
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May 122 min read
Twenty Books on a Kitchen Table
I have five unfinished paintings in the corner of the studio. I have not finished the certification I'm two modules away from. I have not finished organising the closet I started in February. I have, however — and this is news to me — finished two books. Ten copies of Screw the Script. Ten copies of Torch the Script. Stacked on my kitchen table, covers facing me, real. I am the queen of half-finished projects. I should know. I've been wearing the crown for 57 years. The cours
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May 53 min read
The Lane That Was Never Yours
I used to think other people were stressing me out. The mother-in-law with the opinions. The friend who only calls when she needs something. The group chat that became a job. The partner’s tools, left in every room except the toolbox. The neighbour's dog. The stranger on Facebook. The other driver. The whole catastrophe. But the stress wasn't them. The stress was me, running drills for a game I'd appointed myself coach of without anyone asking. Here's the thing nobody mention
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Apr 283 min read
I Don't Know What Happens Next, but I'm Doing It Anyway.
I'm writing this surrounded by boxes. Not metaphorical boxes. Actual ones. Inventory to sell, things to sort, a life that is mid-pack and nowhere near done. I’m closing the business I built over 23 years. The place I've called home for the last 18 years is going on the market. And I, a woman in my late 50’s, am standing in the gap between a before and an after that doesn't exist yet. This is not a success story. I'm not writing this from the other side. I'm writing it from th
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Apr 213 min read
My Mother Had Holes in Her Sweaters
Mom and Fanta filling the birdfeeders. The world is loudly losing its mind. You've felt it. That low hum of anxiety that follows you into your phone, your dinner conversation, your 3am thoughts. And yet. Some people are fine. Not "I'm fine" fine. Actually fine. Grounded. Even happy. I've been studying them. My mother had holes in all her sweater elbows from leaning on the kitchen counter, watching the birds at the feeders in the old plum tree. That's how much time she spent d
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Apr 142 min read
The Barn, The Box, and Barbie's Legs
We're moving. Eighteen years on this farm. Which means the barn has to be dealt with. I have to go through everything and decide what comes with us, what's given away, sold or trashed. That sounded manageable when I said it out loud three weeks ago. Touch everything, make a decision, move on. I am a person who makes decisions. I can sort a barn. What I did not account for is that a box is not just a box. I work my way through the barn methodically. Ruthlessly, even. Broken th
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Apr 73 min read
We're Selling the Farm
We're selling the farm. It has become too much for two people closing in on 60 and a new adventure awaits. That's the honest version. No dramatic backstory. No crisis. Just two humans, a lot of buildings and work, and the quiet recognition that something no longer fits. Eighteen years at Villa Solsiden. Kids. Construction. Coaching. A chimenea business. Horses. Alpacas. A golden retriever. More chaos than I can account for and exactly as much magic. I don't regret a single y
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Apr 12 min read
Gen X: The Last Feral Generation
We are Gen X — the feral latchkey kids of the 70s and 80s. Raised in a fog of secondhand smoke and processed cheese, before parenting became a competitive sport and feelings became a group project. We survived rotary phones, dial-up modems, Y2K, and the hormonal jungle of adolescence without a single mental health app to guide us. We fixed jammed printers without Googling it. We made mixtapes for people who didn't deserve them. We packed ourselves into station wagons like hum
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Mar 242 min read
Eighteen Years. One Last Invitation.
There's a word I keep coming back to when I think about Villa Solsiden: stewardship. Not ownership. Stewardship. Because that's what this really has been — eighteen years of being the caretakers of something that was here long before us and will go on long after us. The land doesn't belong to us. We belonged to it, for a while. And what a while it has been. We couldn't have created Villa Solsiden without the people who showed up. The friends who came for a weekend and stayed
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Mar 193 min read
The Caretaker Is Done
I want to tell you about a specific moment. Not a dramatic one. Not a breakdown or a revelation or a morning where everything suddenly became clear. Just a moment where the truth that had been arriving for years finally had nowhere left to hide. Our children had moved out, building their own lives. My mother had died from cancer. My father was struggling with his health. My horse had died. Someone I had trusted completely had stolen from us. Menopause was rewriting the rulebo
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Mar 104 min read
The Cardamom Law
There's a Norwegian concept called Janteloven . It's the unwritten social rule that keeps everyone in line — don't think you're special, don't stand out, don't want too much, don't be too loud or too ambitious or too anything that might make the people around you uncomfortable. Every culture has its own version. You know the one. You've probably been following it your whole life. Most women absorbed it before they could even name it. And for decades we followed it faithfully
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Mar 12 min read
We Are the Descendants of the Witches They Couldn't Burn
(And other things they forgot to mention in history class.) You've been watching the news for months. Names. Files. Institutions. Men in positions of power doing what men in positions of power have apparently always done — while the world looked the other way, shuffled the paperwork, and quietly made sure the women involved had no credible voice left by the time anyone started asking questions. Maybe you're furious. Maybe you're exhausted. Maybe you've moved past both of thos
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Feb 237 min read
2025 Can Go F*ck Itself: How Grief Became a Book
Let's be honest: 2025 has been a dumpster fire. I lost my mother. We had the kind of closeness that doesn't need words. And then she was gone. A few weeks ago, I lost my horse. If you don't have horses, you probably don't get it. But anyone who does knows: they're not pets. They're mirrors. Therapists. Truth-tellers. Losing him was like losing a piece of my sanity. So yeah. 2025 can go straight to hell. I Became a Hermit Who Writes When things get dark, people tell you to "
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Dec 19, 20253 min read
Flex the Failure Muscle
Why Your Greatest Superpower Wasn't on the School Curriculum Remember that sick feeling in your stomach when you brought home a F on a test? The shame spiral when you didn't make the team? The crushing weight of disappointing your parents, your teachers, yourself? Yeah. That's not education. That's programming. And it's time we talked about what it cost us. School Taught Us Failure Was the Enemy Here's what they taught us: Get it right. Color inside the lines. Don't raise you
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Dec 16, 20253 min read
From the Outskirts: What You See When Nobody's Looking
The Triple Outsider Advantage Let me tell you what it's like to be a Gen X woman living on a farm outside Tønsberg, Norway, watching the world lose its fucking mind. Outsider from culture. Outsider from generation. Outsider from visibility: I'm Norwegian (literally on the edge of Europe). I'm Gen X (sandwiched between generations that actually get attention) and I'm a 57-year-old woman (which means I've aged out of relevance entirely). But here's what nobody tells you about b
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Dec 14, 20253 min read
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