I joined a grief support group a couple of weeks ago and have found it oddly comforting, even though I’m the youngest one in the…
One of the hard parts about grief is not knowing when it’s going to hit. I can be going about my day quite happily one…
There’s a crispness in the air now that the fall weather has started to settle in after a long summer. I’ve always enjoyed the confluence…
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…
When I was operating Frances 2.0, I would most often be found with amazing vintage accessories – mostly in the form of handbags from the 1920s to…
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…
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…
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…
My name is Frances, and I am officially entering into my third version of being. Let me start by telling you a bit about the…