I don’t know what compelled me to play poet again today, but compelled I was, so you get to read my latest attempt at literary expression. I…
My life is made up of seconds. And I’m spending the next 600 hundred on a free-writing exercise. And you get to read all about…
Confession: I have 292 Facebook friends. At least 46 of them are people I’ve never met. 25 or so are people I’ve only met once.…
A post about gorillas and cheese? Did I mean grilled cheese? Have I gone mad? Well, yes, no, and probably would be the answers there.…
Social lives are interesting things – and hard to define at times. Everyone seems to have one or want one. Or they want a better one or…
It’s been nearly eight months since I last wrote a poem (horrible or otherwise) for you. Well, for me, actually. So, tonight I decided to…
In America it seems to be fairly straightforward: We move right. In the UK (and potentially the rest of the world?) people seem to move…
Just Frances was started with the idea of sharing random nothingness with family and friends as a way to stave off the isolation I was…
There is something to be said about a smile. People who smile are more approachable. They seem friendlier. They seem carefree. They seem happier. For…
Life is mostly good these days. It’s mostly happy and mostly bright and mostly cheerful. Mostly. Of course, the problem with “mostly” is that mostly…
The home I had in America was my dream home. Paul and I spent more than two years searching for the perfect place to raise…
I love olives. They are very much a part of my life. Olives for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Olives for tacos and nachos and pizza. Olives…
It would seem that I’m not very good at this whole blogging thing of late, and I apologise for that. I suppose that it has…
Today I left my new home in Stirling to take a train journey to Billingham, England – Paul’s hometown and home to some of my in-laws. My…
A couple of nights before we had services for Paul in England*, a woman I know told me a story about feathers. She said when…
Ah, the modern world. Don’t you love how it’s filled with gadgets and gizmos aplenty and whozits and whatzits galore? After all, it means that…
Wow! Can you believe that I’m flying “home” to Scotland tomorrow? Or should I say today, since it’s past midnight in the homeland (why am…
For more than two years now, my nights have been haunted with horrible dreams. I call them “widow dreams” and I understand from other widow(er)s…
So I’m training for this marathon. Only I’m not doing that great at the moment. Last week I was pretty pleased with myself: four miles…
Last summer I shared with you my rocky start in life as an illegitimate, homeless transient. Well, it would seem that I’m back to a…