It’s been nearly a month since I posted about being stressed and unhappy and I hate to admit that not much has changed. I’ve had…
I’m really struggling this week. Actually, I’ve been struggling for a couple of weeks now. I’m sad and I feel quite helpless about it. I’m…
Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell. I want to shout. I want to wail about how…
I removed a large grasshopper from the house today using Paul’s special bug-removal jar. The old peanut butter jar took on the duty of bug…
I struggled with how to start this post, or if I would even write it at all because it’s hard to know how to “announce”…
It’s been about six months since I started working with the monument company on Paul’s headstone and I’ve finally seen the first photos of the…
I met with my real estate agent the other day about the possibility of putting the house on the market. He gave me two tasks…
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 met with my real estate agent today. He came into my home and looked around; he’d not seen it since shortly after we moved…
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…
Anyone who has known me long knows that I am one of those geeky, overly-organised, slightly obsessive-compulsive, and highly meticulous people. Oh, and I have…
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…
For a few months now I’ve promised myself that I would finally tame the desire to hike to the top of the Wild Horses Monument…
I don’t know if it’s better to face things head-on or to find distractions, but personally, I prefer the latter in many cases; today being…
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…
Weekends haven’t been the same since Paul died, but I’ve been determined to get back to spending them as normal as possible. Now that spring has…
It’s been a year since Paul died; a year since I became Just Frances again. I made the drive to his grave in Cle Elum…
The last few weeks have been really hard. It seems that the closer I get to the anniversary of Paul’s death, the more memories I…