I like shiny things and pretty things and interesting things. And often, as I’m walking down the road, I’ll stop to pick these little things…
I’ve loved to sing or hum or whistle or la-de-da for as long as I can remember. Now, I’m not saying I’m any good at it,…
This is Kim. Kim Possible, to use her full name. She began her life as a McDonald’s Happy Meal toy way back in 2003 and…
Every once in a while, my mind wanders back to the first time a boy gave me flowers. Or, rather, the first time a boy…
Yikes! Were you on Just Frances yesterday? Well, if you were you may have noticed a 12+ hour period where the site was broken. The…
Today I’m going to give a bit of a rave. It’s kind of about how awesome my hair looks, but really it’s more about how…
I almost wasn’t going to post anything today, but then I remembered my promise to post more often so I thought I’d best post something.…
I am participating in an online thing where a few people are getting together to chat through a moderated forum run by a grief counsellor.…
When I was in high school, my sister (I think?*) wrote a poem that went something like this: Lonely, all alone by Celeste Mills* Lonely,…
Over the past few months, I have realised just how much I miss having my very own front door; a door that I can open…
A friend of mine sent me a link to a fellow widow’s blog this weekend and I had a wee peek around to see what…
There is a debate that I have with one of my sisters quite often, and since it came up on Facebook again, I’m going to…
I went back and forth about what I should post today and for a brief moment, I even thought that I might not post at…
A couple of weeks ago, I sat looking at my eggs. They were held in separate baskets and they looked so pretty; so promising. And,…
I’ve been quiet again. (Still?) So I feel that I should pop in and say hello since so often I’m quiet when life is hard…
The sun is shining brightly in Scotland today. And I am so thankful for it because it’s made me realise how happy I am right…
Triboluminescence is awesome! It used to entertain me as a child and it still entertains me as an adult. Or, to translate into Plain English: It’s…
OK, I’m going to answer another question from when I asked what you wanted me to write about. The second question was if I believed in…
Growing up, I always loved to borrow my Mum’s clothing and accessories – the old stuff. I loved her funky dresses and jewellery from the 1960s and…
I asked what you wanted me to write about, and the first request was to write about the emotions I’ve felt when engaging with different…