This morning was one of those days. It was one of those days when I woke up and I wasn’t a widow. I woke up…
Eleven years ago, I entered a beautiful dream world: The dream of happily ever after with my amazing new husband. And whilst being a Mrs…
For the last six years, I have experienced a wide variety of what I call “widow dreams”. Some are more upsetting than others, but they…
I rolled over this morning in a sleepy haze to snuggle up to Paul, sure he would be there lying next to me. But he…
Eight years ago today, my dear friend Joe passed away. And next Sunday will mark the sixth anniversary of my beloved husband, Paul’s, death. And…
The alarm clock is set for 7 o’clock, but something has woken me at 6, stirring me from a pleasant dream that I want to…
Way back on 6 February 2002, my friend bailed out on a day trip to St Andrews. With nothing better to do, I decided to walk…
I daydream. I always have and I always will. I suppose that it’s harmless, though it does sometimes mean that I pin a bit of…
Sometimes I like to close my eyes and imagine the life I want. It’s by no means an extravagant life – it doesn’t even include winning the…
I’ve had a couple of sleepless weeks and it’s starting to show in my face. Despite the many happy things happening, many frustrating and stressful things are interrupting my sleep.…
There is a sensation that passes through my heart and soul on occasion. A conscious realisation of subconscious thought. Sometimes it’s caused by a smell…
As most people do, I have bad dreams from time to time – the bothersome little dreams that haunt you all day long: Showing up to a…
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…
I didn’t sleep well last night. I didn’t sleep well at all. And, to be honest, I’m ever-so-slightly afraid to be home alone because of…
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…
Today marks one year since I hit the reset button on my future. Yes, it’s been one year since I moved back to my beautiful,…
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago when life was going great and my future was filled with hope: job prospects; PhD funding opportunities;…
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…
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…
Three weeks before we moved into our house, I found an Art Deco table on CraigsList for $20. I emailed the link to Paul then…