Finding Petronella
A young woman, a 90-year-old Lappish legend, and the journey of a lifetime.
Saturday October 11, 2014 It is somewhere way deep down in the morning before the light, and I am awake. I am awake because I can’t figure out how to say goodbye. I...
This. This is it, I thought, though I didn’t really know what “it” was. From where I stood on the summit of Morgam-Viibus, the rolling hills of Lemmenjoki stretched out for miles...
“You are still here!” Tinnti the boat driver looked at me in mild surprise as I walked up to where he and a bunch of other men were seated on the bench...
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…do not seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be...
Petronella has come home! Retraction: (n.) withdrawal of a promise, statement, or opinion. I apologize. I owe you all a retraction. The entirety of my previous post is true, except for this one part about...
“I’ve let both you and my mom down, and I’m sorry.” I blinked back tears as I read the email again, and disbelief washed over me. It was from Solange. On...
I was curious to know what would come out of my pen when I wrote my last “Hello Dear Friend, I love today” letter in Oulu. It was simple, it was...
It all started with this photograph of graffiti on a wall in Ireland: I didn’t even take the photo, my college roommate Steph did. I haven’t even been to Ireland. Steph...
I am finding it difficult to put the last week and a half into words. The words “week and a half” feel strange when I say them, because I have removed my watch...
Finding Petronella 