You may know by now that I’m a big fan of Martinis. It’s not that I’m a big drinker; I just like my RyanCentric Martinis a bit.…
One week before Paul died, we had a conversation about our futures, should one of us die – a conversation sparked because it was the anniversary of…
I like to start each year with a bright, fresh outlook; with a renewed hope for joy and happiness. But I must admit that I…
If I am honest, I would have to say that 2012 has been a pretty unhappy year. I think it’s been even worse because I…
There is a man who appears in my dreams who isn’t Paul. In my dreams, we’re madly in love. And much like the widow dreams…
I suppose it’s time I acknowledge that my 2012 Race a Month Challenge wasn’t as successful as I’d hoped. However, I am still calling it…
I managed to survive Christmas alone. I won’t lie and say that it was easy. In fact, it was so very hard. My broken heart…
I’ve decided to spend Christmas alone this year. I know that sounds silly to some people, but it seems like the right thing to do…
Way back in May, I had a failed attempt at re-entering the dating world – and that was after my ego had already been shattered! At the time,…
To celebrate Social Media Week, I have decided to share a paper I wrote a few months ago about digital diaries and online identities. It…
I alluded to a big step toward a happier future the other day, but also said I wouldn’t share the big(ish) news just yet. Only…
Sometimes I think about dating. Only it’s a confusing topic for me. Not the dating part; I know how to do that. It’s more the…
First, an apology for my absence the last week. I’ve had some website glitches and had to enlist the help of some amazing friends who…
I’ve loved to sing or hum or whistle or la-de-da for as long as I can remember. Now, I’m not saying I’m any good at it,…
Yep, that’s me: Gadget Girl. OK, I admit that I’m not the most gadgety of all gadget girls, but I’m certainly the first place contender…
Every once in a while, my mind wanders back to the first time a boy gave me flowers. Or, rather, the first time a boy…
There is something ever-so-cruel about random memories. OK, not always. In fact, most of the time random memories are happy moments. But sometimes, like today,…
OK folks, it’s time to get serious about this dissertation. Like really, really serious! (Actually, I should have been really, really serious about it for…
A friend of mine sent me a link to a fellow widow’s blog this weekend and I had a wee peek around to see what…
I went back and forth about what I should post today and for a brief moment, I even thought that I might not post at…