Last weekend, M. and I had the chance to visit Stockholm with our dear friend, L., who lives in another part of Sweden. Just an hour’s flight from Riga, Stockholm was the perfect place for a quick summer getaway. Spending two days in a place barely qualifies as visiting, but with a tight work schedule and limited time, we made the most of this opportunity to get a small taste of Sweden. Continue reading →
The combination of lemon and poppy seed became one of my favorites shortly after I started my very first job following graduation from university. I worked in downtown Washington, DC, and it wasn’t long before I discovered that the cafe on the first floor of my office building sold delicious, jumbo lemon poppy seed muffins. Continue reading →
Some days are diamonds…. Some days are rocks. – Tom Petty
I ran a marathon today. With no spectators, mile markers, or bands along the course, it wasn’t a typical marathon. Just me, my race pack, a few good snacks, and some tunes for 26.3 miles (an extra tenth of a mile for good measure). It was a one-woman marathon, and the farthest I have ever run on my own and not as part of a race. Continue reading →
When I lived in Des Moines, Iowa, my perfect Saturday morning involved a long run, followed promptly by a stop at the downtown Farmers’ Market to pick up a Dutch letter. Made of flaky puff pastry and filled with almond paste and brown sugar, the best Dutch letters come from Pella, Iowa’s famous Vander Ploeg Bakery.
Every year on the first weekend of June, Riga’s Ethnographic Open Air Museum hosts its applied arts fair, the largest of its kind in the country. Visitors can stroll through a forest dense with tall trees in search of just about any type of handmade craft. From paintings and hand-knit woolen socks to wrought iron hooks and amber jewelry, there is something for just about everyone. Goods made of wood, ranging from children’s toys to furniture, abound, as do hand-woven baskets of all shapes and sizes. Continue reading →
In a crowded room, I’m alone.
These words speak a certain truth in a way I couldn’t express better if I tried. They come from one of my favorite songs and tug at my heart each time I hear them. They are words that describe a feeling I have felt my whole life but could never quite articulate in just the right way; words which, ironically, in the same way that running does, bring calm to the immutable chaos in my mind, a comfort to my discomfort. I hear them and know that at least one other person feels the same way. Continue reading →