There is something ever-so-cruel about random memories. OK, not always. In fact, most of the time random memories are happy moments. But sometimes, like today,…
I am participating in an online thing where a few people are getting together to chat through a moderated forum run by a grief counsellor.…
A friend of mine sent me a link to a fellow widow’s blog this weekend and I had a wee peek around to see what…
I started a post yesterday, but couldn’t bring myself to finish it through the tears. You see, yesterday was my 7th wedding anniversary – and the 4th…
It’s been three years since Paul died so suddenly; so unexpectedly. Some days I can’t believe that he’s gone. Some days I struggle with comprehending…
I’m a little bit crazy most days. Always have been; always will be. But widowhood seems to have increased my insanity. In fact, it seems…
It’s time to answer another of your questions so I’m going back to the first request to write about a poem that has stirred great emotions for…
OK, I’m going to answer another question from when I asked what you wanted me to write about. The second question was if I believed in…
Easter Sunday is rolling to a close and I’m sitting here thinking about how wonderful my life is because of my Saviour, the Lord Jesus…
It’s been a week since I last shared my mundane life with you here on Just Frances. And it’s been nearly that long since I…
I’ve gone back and forth over if I would share a specific sliver of my life with you or not. And I almost chose not.…
Sunday roast is a pretty big thing here in the UK. So much so that even Paul – a 30+ year vegetarian – insisted that we enjoyed a big…
OK, so you know how I said I was going to treat myself to a wee trip for my birthday this year? The idea really came…
It’s nearly midnight on January 2nd and I’m finally getting around to writing my first post of the year. I meant to write yesterday and I’ve…
As 2011 winds to an end, I find myself reflecting on the year’s joys (and sorrows). It’s funny the way we do that – the way we…
Well, today marks the end of my first semester as a postgraduate student. It’s been a crazy and hectic journey to get to this point,…
Once again, I wanted to spend the day inside, hiding away from the world. I wanted to sit in and sulk and cry and feel…
This morning I realised that I haven’t been outside since Monday. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday holed up inside working on my dissertation proposal – and only…
When I moved to Scotland in August, I sent a couple of large boxes by sea – hoping they’d arrive before Thanksgiving. They didn’t. But they did…
Fifty years ago, a great man was born. Today is a guarded celebration of that fact; guarded, because Paul’s not here to join in the…