Yesterday marked two years since I began my PhD studies. And that means I am another year closer to being Doctor Ryan. It’s a title I’ve longed for…
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…
Yesterday marked one calendar year since I matriculated as a research student in the Institute for Informatics and Digital Innovation at Edinburgh Napier University. It’s hard to believe…
Way back on February 6, 2002, my friend bailed out on a day trip to St Andrews. With nothing better to do, I decided to walk…
I’m going to delve into a short(ish) stream of consciousness for a bit here, because there’s a lot on my mind that I’ve wanted to share, but…
Right now, my thoughts are all about money; lots and lots and lots of money. Not in a materialistic way, but in a practical way.…
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…
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…
My visa expires in 49 days. My employer is working on getting sponsorship approval for me so that I can apply for a new visa,…
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…
I don’t think I’ve slept through the night since Paul died. I’ve become a very light sleeper and am woken easily by common household sounds…
Yay! It’s 2011! Part of me dreads entering yet another new year because it reminds me of where I thought my life would be by…
When I was a kid I thought that the horses just off the west interchange in Ellensburg were wild and I dreamt that I when…
I wish I was an artist. You know—a really good one. I wish I could draw things with ease and make them look pretty. In…
So there I was in line at the British Airways counter at SeaTac. With me were three of my five sisters and their kids and…