It’s been a year since my mother died. A year without her laughter. A year without her smile. A year without her friendship. It’s been…
Food is an important part of my life. Not just for the nutritional necessities or the flavourful enjoyment, but for the social and cultural importance…
Welcome to a new year and a new set of personal goals and objectives. My primary focus for 2023 is me. Of course, that is…
It’s not fair to say that 2022 has been completely horrible. Don’t get me wrong, it was really horrible in a lot of ways. But…
With 2022 quickly making an exit, it’s time for my annual goal wrap-up and review. And then, I am ready to move on! My overarching…
It’s been a year since my last Skype call with Mum. It was a “short” call lasting just 2 hours 33 minutes and 39 seconds.…
I am on my holidays… again! It’s a little odd making my third big trip back to the Homeland in less than 365 days, after…
I am a runner, as I’ve declared on countless occasions. Indeed, I am a varsity runner, as evidenced by my varsity letter from my high…
In my world, letters and numbers are alive. OK, maybe not quite “alive” but they do have animate properties. Things like genders, personalities, and interpersonal…
I have long kept a journal or diary of some fashion or another. Indeed, I began dabbling in the art of journalling as a young…
A month ago, I woke to the sad news that my dear friend didn’t wake up. The news came as a shock, and I wanted…
Definition: Yarn \ˈyärn\ (noun)1 (a): a continuous often plied strand composed of either natural or man-made fibres or filaments and used in weaving and knitting…
Once again, my Homeland Holidays have come to an end, and I am slowly settling back into life in The Heartland. And, oh, how my…
My mother’s funeral was yesterday. It began with a Rosary and ended with rifle fire. Just the way she would have wanted it. It’s still…
Today marks 17 years since I became Mrs Ryan. And despite the absence of Mr Ryan, I like to mark this day as it was…
A few days ago, I shared a post about my mother and what she meant (means) to me. But she wasn’t just my mother, she…
It’s now been 13 years since my beloved husband, Paul, died suddenly and unexpectedly. It’s a strange feeling, being this far from the immediate grief…
Trigger warning: This post recounts my time with my mother in the last hours and moments of her life. It might be an upsetting or…
Today, I am 48 years old. And today hurts. Not because I’m 48, but rather because I am now officially older than my late husband.…
I arrived home in Scotland yesterday, a month later than my initial plan. Home, and heartbroken… My holiday was meant to be a wonderfully happy…