Dear Stress and Worry: I would like to tell you how very unhappy and miserable you make me. You tell me the world is full…
It was September 2001. I was 27 years old and travelling off of the North American continent for the first time in my life. No,…
I have a lot on my mind right now. The good, the bad, and the uncertain. I’m not willing or emotionally able to share the…
So I think I’m a mild food hoarder. Or that I have some weird food obsessions. Or both. I’ve known it for years but mostly…
Today’s writing prompt was to write for ten minutes starting with the words “Today I will…”. So when lunch came around I grabbed my laptop…
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…
As I work toward my goal of publishing a book I’ve found myself spending a lot of time re-learning different forms of poetry. Added to…
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…
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 wish I had by Just Frances I wish I had the courage to say what I want to say; I wish I had the…
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 posted a while back about “I AM” poems, and how I like to re-write mine from time to time because it helps me to…
Whatifs are terrible little things. They hold us back from doing all of the important things in life. They feed on fear and worry and self-doubt. But…
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…