Turns out, Pippi Longstocking inspires the strangest people. For January, I’ve been staying and helping out in a small farm in Ontario, Canada that looks like Pippi was at the very least involved with the building of it. The owner and his tenants could definitely be the “Where Are They Now?” of the stories from Astrid Lindgren.
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I think I thought of the subject for this article about four months ago. Maybe more. And even while writing this right now (an hour away from being allowed to go home on a work day so slow that it’s hard to not nod off), I’m clicking through tabs instead of finishing the paragraph. I may have a problem.
Read More The Self Discipline is a Lie
Usually I can easily ignore the rambling of “Nature’s Children” like Shailene Woodley, Gwyneth Paltrow and the like. But after GOOP/Paltrow’s tip about steaming your vagina, well, I steamed all right. From my ears.
Read More Please Leave Your Vagina Alone
Hi, I’m Freckle, 28 years old and I can still get very seriously sad when people online — especially on so-called social media — ignore me. And it embarrasses me incredibly.
Read More Still FOMO
In a maddening (“maddening”) situation of “someone has to do it,” I spent half of January on the island of Curacao (Dutch Antilles, not Cuba, etc). Mister Freckle and I thought it was a nice half way meeting point between the US and the Netherlands, the amazing island itself came later into the decision.
Read More Persephone Travels: Curacao
Sesame Street continues to have amazing points about how to live your life. Tom Hiddleston and Cookie Monster were on to something when it comes to delayed gratification. Read More Delayed Gratification Works for Me
One nice thing about living in Europe is that you can be in another country in less than two hours, airplane not even necessary. For the weekend, I train-traveled around Belgium.
Read More Persephone Travels: Ghent and Bruges