I reflect quite often on the Desiderata these days. Mostly because I know that my Paul wants me to be happy and the words of…
The process of grieving and mourning is really starting to wreak havoc on my physical being. This, in turn, intensifies some of the mental and…
I met a man the other day who lost his wife not long ago. He is now faced with raising his young children alone and is…
I’m in this really weird place right now where I don’t want to let go of the past and I don’t want to move forward.…
I spent the last few days in a fancy-schmancy hotel in downtown Seattle. And being there made me realise how much I miss Paul; how…
I’m taking a holiday in November, and I should be extremely excited about it. I’m going to Scotland, the place where I feel most at…
Typical of so many couples, Paul and I never spoke in specific terms about funerals. We’d chat here-and-there about things, but neither of us ever said…
Four months ago today, my entire world was shaken to the core and all of the certainty I’d come to rely on was taken from…
We’ve all heard the question a million times before: How are you? We’ve all asked the question a million times before, too. What I’ve found…
There are certain things in life that we take for granted. Breathing is one of them. Before Paul died, I don’t know that I ever…
Version 3.0 of Frances is scary. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand it; maybe it’s because there’s no rule book; maybe it’s because there’s no…