From the beginning of my university career, my goal has been to get my PhD. It was a no-brainer, really. I love school, I love…
Five weeks from tomorrow, I will be running the Edinburgh Marathon. I am, to say the least, unprepared. But I’m not about to let a lack…
For several weeks now, I have been afraid of the post. If I’m at home when it arrives, I dread walking over to pick it…
I used to be the most amazing sleeper. I went to bed around 10 o’clock and woke up refreshed and alert when my alarm went…
Well, it would seem that yesterday’s story about my fantastic opportunity to cross the Atlantic in a hot air balloon was believed by at least a few…
Home is a hard place for me to define; more so as I don’t know where I will be living over the next few months – and…
There is a glitch in Just Frances, the person, that I can’t seem to repair. It started when I first got the Frances 3.0 upgrade…
I wish on eyelashes. I don’t know when it started. Maybe my parents taught me the superstitious act. I can’t remember. But what I know for…
With February fast approaching its end, I am saddened to report that I have still not managed to run a race as part of my 2013 Race a…
Yesterday’s post seems to have created some interesting, and unexpected, feedback, so I thought I’d take the time to talk about it some more. It seems…
Since becoming a widow, I’ve given a lot of thought to the value of my life; the purpose and the meaning of it. I’ve wondered why…
I’m not a big believer in predetermined destinies. I don’t believe that God has my entire life mapped out and that every little obstacle is…
Today I want to talk about my belly; my slightly-larger-than-it-should-be belly. And, in a way, I want to talk about my crazy brain and its…
When I eat Doritos, I smile. And sometimes I even laugh a little bit. All because of my obsessive-compulsive way of eating them – and the memory of…
The truth is, I fell. I fell really, really hard and I spiralled a bit. OK, maybe I spiralled a lot. It started last September…
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…