Q: What does a geeky word-enthusiast who’s just cancelled her cable do for entertainment? A: She re-reads one of her favourite lipograms, of course! Yes,…
So I’m sitting here drinking a proper beer with my sister and her partner. (He is drinking Bud Light, which is almost proper beer, so…
I posted a while back about “I AM” poems, and how I like to re-write mine from time to time because it helps me to…
Plinky asked me to describe the worst teacher I’ve ever had. I figured that since two teachers instantly came to mind, it was a big…
I’ve said goodbye to Frieda today and it makes me so sad. I know you’re probably thinking “It was just a car; what’s the big…
I would like to introduce myself as one who suffers from SUBS syndrome. Well, I guess I don’t really suffer from it, but the people…
Last week I posted a silly ramble about all things fish. That ramble prompted a childhood friend to suggest we grab our poles and head…
Whatifs are terrible little things. They hold us back from doing all of the important things in life. They feed on fear and worry and self-doubt. But…
I started this post thinking it would be about my love of (obsession for?) fish-n-chips but couldn’t stop myself from going on these little tangents…
When you live alone, especially after sharing your life with someone for so long, things change. Little things. Shoe storage locations are one of those…
I must have been 10 or 11 years old when I got my first job as a papergirl for the Daily Record, Kittitas County’s only…
I love the way people can share the most mundane everyday details of their lives with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web.…
When I first began this blog, I jokingly commented that: “The content will be all over the place. You may visit one day and see…
I have a house full of stuff. Stuff I accumulated before I ever met Paul. Stuff Paul accumulated before he ever met me. Stuff we accumulated…
I feel stuck some days. Frozen in this place of fear; this place with an uncertain future. I guess I thought what so many people…
Being an early adopter of Widowhood means not only learning the kinks and bugs on my own, but it also means that I have to…
“How do you refer to your husband when talking to other people?” Note: This post was originally shared on my “widowhood” blog, “Frances 3.0: Still…
I moved the bed around in my room yesterday. It’s the first “big” change since Paul died more than a year ago. I suppose I…
I’ll start this post by saying that I don’t think I’m old or fat. But when I go to a university-operated gym where the average…
Five years ago today, I became Mrs Ryan. It was truly the happiest day of my life. This is my second wedding anniversary without Mr…