It has now been eleven months since my COVID19 isolation began. Eleven months! That is just crazy. But then again, life during a deadly global…
Today marks ten months of isolation for me. And I cannot believe that I am still writing these monthly reflections! Yet here I am, as…
It’s been eight months since I arrived home from my last day in The Real World and began shielding myself from the world because of…
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…
As hard as it seems to believe, I have been isolating at home for seven months now. Yes: seven months. And whilst I had been…
Today marks six months (half a year!) of my COVID19 isolation. It seems like pure madness that I have been (mostly) isolating for so long,…
Today marks five months since I began my COVID19 isolation at my countryside cottage. During Month One and Month Two, my isolation was just that: Isolating (but I coped)! Month…
It has now been four months since I entered my own version of plague isolation. About 10 days after my isolation began, the UK Government’s…
Three months later, and I am still (mostly) isolating at my cottage in the country, thanks to the COVID19 pandemic and the social distancing and self-isolation rules.…
As Mental Health Awareness Week (MHAW) wraps up here in the UK, I find myself reflecting on my mental health in relation to the COVID19…
Today marks two months of COVID19 self-isolation for me. Two months! Wherever has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday that I was marking…
I have long been aware of the privileges I have in this world simply because I am a white, Christian, American. That’s not to say…
Today marks one month of COVID19 self-isolation for me. My isolation began shortly after returning from my relaxing holiday in Cambridge and about 10 days before…
Towards the end of last week, people around the UK and the USA were beginning to increase their social distancing and self-isolation practices, with many…
When we think about the grieving that happens after the death of a loved one, we often think about the suffering those left behind are…
Today marks eight years since his heart stopped beating. And in that very same moment, my own heart shattered into a million pieces. Remarkably, my shattered heart…
It’s Christmas Eve Eve (which means that tomorrow is Christmas Eve) and I am acutely aware that this Christmas is different from all of my…
Note: This is one of a series of Zadar posts with photos. The other two are: Zadar: A Catholic girl’s paradise and Zadar: Everyday life for an everyday…
When you live your life without a partner, it can be lonely. Even if you fill your days with friends and acquaintance, it can be…
The holidays are here again, and that means I’m facing an extended period of holiday hush. “Hush” because, like most years, I will be spending Christmas…