Thoughts

Catherine Lind

A new site, a new time

By Catherine on Tue, 06/11/2019 - 17:02
Things have changed here. I have new site, but not only that. When I migrated to this new site, I decided to merge all my websites into one. From the beginning I chose to separate my books, from videos and other interests. I thought it might be a little jarring to my readers if everything was in a big mismatch of different interests.
A planter with dirt

Thoughts about food

By Catherine on Mon, 08/01/2016 - 02:34
The quality of food and what we really eat is important for me. I strongly believe that we need to eat more natural things. The more you can understand what's on the label, the better I believe that the food is for us.

How dangerous is food?

By Catherine on Tue, 10/20/2015 - 05:15
Recently I thought a lot about the food we eat. How dangerous is it? Things that was good for us a few years back, are suddenly disastrous and vice versa.
Now the mighty antioxidants have fallen. These miraculous little things that could save us from everything dangerous have a back side; they also boost cancer cells.

What about sizes

By Catherine on Tue, 08/11/2015 - 13:39
I read an interesting article in Washington Post yesterday. It was about women dress sizes and how they have changed during the last decades. The key point was that the average American woman today weighs about as much as the average 1960s man. This fact has changed the standards for dress sizes. What was a size 12 in 1958 is equal to a size 6 today.

Read the first three chapters in my books

Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.

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I first met him on a bright summers day, when I almost stumbled over him. He was just a few feet away from our front porch, a tiny little rugged Pica Pica; or Eurasian magpie as he’s more commonly called.

He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more

She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.

"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"

Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more