The brain is a strange organ. It weighs about 1.3 kg, looks like a walnut that has seen things, runs on electricity and fat, and spends its days talking to itself in chemical whispers. It consumes roughly 20 percent of the body’s energy while doing absolutely nothing visible. No lifting. No walking. Just sitting there, thinking very loudly.

This particular brain belongs to a woman who is learning, slowly and sometimes unwillingly, how to be human. Her brain is both her oldest adversary and...

Norway has been trending again lately.

World politics have a funny way of doing that. When global headlines turn loud, people start looking north, for calm, clarity, and countries that quietly get things right. Enter Norway. And if you follow that compass just a little further north than Oslo or Bergen, you’ll find Trondheim — a city that doesn’t shout for attention, but absolutely deserves it.

Welcome to Trondheim. Set in the heart of Trøndelag, a central Norwegian region shaped by Viking...

I am a self-proclaimed linguist.

By which I mean. No one officially proclaimed me anything, and linguistics itself may wish to file a formal complaint.

I did, at one point, very seriously consider continuing my studies with a Master’s degree in linguistics. I imagined myself surrounded by heavy books on syntax, nodding thoughtfully at sentences like “Well, of course the morphosyntactic alignment…” and feeling intellectually superior at dinner parties. The dream was alive. Briefly.

Then the...

You may have thought my voyage into the wild, mysterious, linguistic landscape of Trøndelag was finsihed? That I had collected the last odd expression and documented the final...

I’ve started collecting moments.

Not the grand, cinematic ones not the fireworks, not the life-changing epiphanies people like to quote at dinner parties. No. I’m talking about the quiet revolutions. The soft, nearly invisible threads that hold a day together when everything feels like it’s falling apart. Like the morning I woke already tired, already aching, already unsure how to be a person in this world without breaking in half. And then out of nowhere a stranger reached me an umbrella....

You may have thought my voyage into the wild, mysterious, linguistic landscape of Trøndelag was finsihed? That I had collected the last odd expression and documented the final "Hæh", and neatly bottled the essense of Trøndersk philosophy for eternity. Sorry...

Think again!

After The Trønders came out, something rather wonderful happened. The Trønders themselves started writing to me. With more words, more expressions and more stories. "Du glømt jo han"....."Å ka med ho da?"

Apparently I managed...

Ideen til dette kurset har vokst frem gjennom egne erfaringer, faglig praksis og mange år med dyp lytting. Jeg har bodd i flere land og jobbet tett med mennesker som har flyttet mellom kulturer og må finne fotfeste i nye systemer og samfunn. Som tolk har jeg lært å lytte ikke bare etter språk, men etter mening, etter identitet, tilhørighet og det som ofte forblir usagt.

Parallelt med dette har jeg utviklet prosjekter og undervist i kurs innen psykisk helse, samt kunst- og designbaserte...