Today isn’t what it’s meant to be. Instead of me baking a cake for Paul’s 49th birthday, I’m stuck remembering that he only made it…
This Thanksgiving I have much to be thankful for. I have amazing parents; five sisters who’ve supplied me with loads and loads of fantastic nieces…
Kids are great. I love the way they don’t mince words. I called a friend on Tuesday to ask for help after claiming it “Ask…
The thing about grief is that sometimes it just hits you out of nowhere. Yesterday was such a great day. I really enjoyed spending time…
The day started OK. I was a bit tired and run-down feeling, but it’s Monday and it was a pretty busy weekend so it wasn’t…
A few weeks ago I wrote of my apprehension about Halloween’s approach and wondered how I would manage to get through what was once a…
Today’s writing lesson was an A-Z poem where the first letter of each line forms the alphabet in alphabetical order. It was a bit challenging…
It’s been nearly a month since I posted about being stressed and unhappy and I hate to admit that not much has changed. I’ve had…
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…
I’m really struggling this week. Actually, I’ve been struggling for a couple of weeks now. I’m sad and I feel quite helpless about it. I’m…
Sometimes I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell. I want to shout. I want to wail about how…
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…
Well, that’s me home again to the great US of A. But you know what? I don’t feel that I’ve come home. I feel like…
I used to enjoy the confluence of seasons; the awkward meeting between weather patterns – one anxious to begin its reign whilst the other tries in vain…
For more than a year I’ve been telling myself to get some really nice, quality face moisturizer because grief can really take a toll on…
I removed a large grasshopper from the house today using Paul’s special bug-removal jar. The old peanut butter jar took on the duty of bug…
I had to smile today when I left the office and noticed several dozen extremely fit, extremely beautiful, young (legally so), skimpily-clad coeds milling around…
I’ve been Just Frances + One for a couple of days. It’s scary. It’s weird. It’s scary. It’s fun. And did I mention it’s scary?…
When I run I think. Even when I’m listening to my iPod, my mind is racing through one thought after another. It jumps from here…
I was looking forward to the Moscow Farmers’ Market opening last year but Paul died before we ever made it there and I couldn’t bring…