It was September 2001. I was 27 years old and travelling off of the North American continent for the first time in my life. No,…
Halloween is less than four weeks away and I am anything but excited about it. In fact, there is this niggling feeling of apprehension about…
Faithful readers of other rubbish I’ve written since Paul died will remember the struggle I had the first time I found myself having to travel…
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain; the wind would whisper and I’d think of you. And all the tears you cried, that called…
Many years ago, a friend came to visit me. She exclaimed excitedly that she’d been walking by a vintage clothing shop in Portland, Oregon, and…
I’ve said goodbye to Frieda today and it makes me so sad. I know you’re probably thinking “It was just a car; what’s the big…
I must have been 10 or 11 years old when I got my first job as a papergirl for the Daily Record, Kittitas County’s only…
I’m a runner. Or at least I used to be a runner. Now I sort of fake it. But I hope that eventually, I’ll remember…
My love for Martinis developed sometime in the summer of 2008. It was a drink that Paul and I spoke about trying for a long…
When I first began this blog, I jokingly commented that: “The content will be all over the place. You may visit one day and see…
Following up on last Friday’s pigtail challenge, here’s a fun little song I have to share with you. I’d never heard it before meeting Paul, but…
Being an early adopter of Widowhood means not only learning the kinks and bugs on my own, but it also means that I have to…
Five years ago today, I became Mrs Ryan. It was truly the happiest day of my life. This is my second wedding anniversary without Mr…
McKean’s Drive-In is the local burger joint in my hometown and is a true institution. When I was in school several of my friends worked…
Paul and I liked to say things that were 100% accurate, but would easily be taken as meaning something completely different than the truth. The…
Oh my goodness gracious me! My parents sent me home with an old scrapbook of mine and I just had to share this awful picture.…
Today is Ash Wednesday and the first time I’ve gone to church since Paul died, other than his funeral and memorial service and a wedding.…
I hear voices in my head most days. I hear these little quips and one-liners; I hear comments and jokes; I hear moans and groans;…
Paul and I met eight years ago today, on 6 February 2002. It was such a funny and unexpected day. I was meant to be…
It dawned on me today that it’s been nine months since I buried Paul. I just don’t know how that’s possible. I still have trouble…