I have a house full of stuff. Stuff I accumulated before I ever met Paul. Stuff Paul accumulated before he ever met me. Stuff we accumulated…
I met with my real estate agent today. He came into my home and looked around; he’d not seen it since shortly after we moved…
I feel stuck some days. Frozen in this place of fear; this place with an uncertain future. I guess I thought what so many people…
“How do you refer to your husband when talking to other people?” Note: This post was originally shared on my “widowhood” blog, “Frances 3.0: Still…
For a few months now I’ve promised myself that I would finally tame the desire to hike to the top of the Wild Horses Monument…
Since Paul died I’ve really struggled with my identity, which is a bit ironic when I think about the identity struggle I went through as…
“I AM” is a poetry lesson often taught at the grade school level. It is sort of like Mad Libs, but with a slightly more…
I was born in a hospital (not in a barn, as sometimes questioned by my mom, who should really know!) on 21 February 1974. The…
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…
My new year’s resolution was simple this year, or so I thought. I resolved to find a bit of joy in each day. The idea…
The last few days have been bitter-sweet for me. I’m trying to move forward with life; trying to continue doing all of the things I…
I spend a lot of time here complaining about things that I find upsetting and frustrating, but there are many things that I find comforting…
Before I met Paul, I was one of those habitually single people and quite happy that way. I did what I wanted when I wanted.…
I spent nearly two weeks in the UK with family and friends, and have returned feeling refreshed and relaxed. A break was just what I…
I’ve found myself at a fancy hotel for work once again. It’s one of those really fancy rooms with a separate living room and a…
I went to visit Paul’s gravesite at the weekend and realised that it might be the last time I’m able to sit there and talk…
As strange as it sounds, there are days when I wish I could go back to Day One of the grieving process and start over.…
Paul and I used to spend a lot of time talking about our relationship. We’d reminisce about the early days, talk about the present, and…
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…