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…
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…