When I got home from work today, I realised that I’ve not enjoyed a nice cuppa tea and a sit down after work since my…
I struggled with how to start this post, or if I would even write it at all because it’s hard to know how to “announce”…
My 2010 New Year’s Resolution was to find a little bit of joy each day. I started a gallery so that I could post a…
When you live alone, especially after sharing your life with someone for so long, things change. Little things. Shoe storage locations are one of those…
I’m a runner. Or at least I used to be a runner. Now I sort of fake it. But I hope that eventually, I’ll remember…
My love for Martinis developed sometime in the summer of 2008. It was a drink that Paul and I spoke about trying for a long…
It’s been about six months since I started working with the monument company on Paul’s headstone and I’ve finally seen the first photos of the…
I met with my real estate agent the other day about the possibility of putting the house on the market. He gave me two tasks…
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…
Anyone who has known me long knows that I am one of those geeky, overly-organised, slightly obsessive-compulsive, and highly meticulous people. Oh, and I have…
Being an early adopter of Widowhood means not only learning the kinks and bugs on my own, but it also means that I have to…
“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…
I don’t know if it’s better to face things head-on or to find distractions, but personally, I prefer the latter in many cases; today being…
Five years ago today, I became Mrs Ryan. It was truly the happiest day of my life. This is my second wedding anniversary without Mr…
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…
It’s been a year since Paul died; a year since I became Just Frances again. I made the drive to his grave in Cle Elum…
The last few weeks have been really hard. It seems that the closer I get to the anniversary of Paul’s death, the more memories I…