I’ve heard a lot of things over the past five months that have taken me by surprise. From “helpful” comments about how I should be…
There’s a crispness in the air now that the fall weather has started to settle in after a long summer. I’ve always enjoyed the confluence…
I met a man the other day who lost his wife not long ago. He is now faced with raising his young children alone and is…
When I was operating Frances 2.0, I would most often be found with amazing vintage accessories – mostly in the form of handbags from the 1920s to…
I’m in this really weird place right now where I don’t want to let go of the past and I don’t want to move forward.…
I spent the last few days in a fancy-schmancy hotel in downtown Seattle. And being there made me realise how much I miss Paul; how…
I’m taking a holiday in November, and I should be extremely excited about it. I’m going to Scotland, the place where I feel most at…
It’s not all doom and gloom in my mind. Some days – most days – I think about the happy moments I shared with Paul and I even manage…
Paul’s grave marker was placed at the cemetery in England last week, and his family sent photos of it so that I could see how…
Typical of so many couples, Paul and I never spoke in specific terms about funerals. We’d chat here-and-there about things, but neither of us ever said…
Four months ago today, my entire world was shaken to the core and all of the certainty I’d come to rely on was taken from…
I was a lucky woman. I had a wonderful husband who always wanted me to have the best things in life. He wanted me to…
It’s Friday. I used to really love Fridays – it meant the start of a weekend, which meant two full days with Paul. I remember…
When you lose your partner, you lose so many things that you may not even realise you had. I’m still learning what those losses are,…
We’ve all heard the question a million times before: How are you? We’ve all asked the question a million times before, too. What I’ve found…
There are certain things in life that we take for granted. Breathing is one of them. Before Paul died, I don’t know that I ever…
Version 3.0 of Frances is scary. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand it; maybe it’s because there’s no rule book; maybe it’s because there’s no…
Paul and I met in Scotland on 6 February 2002. We hit it off instantly and on 21 May 2005, we were married and settled…
My name is Frances, and I am officially entering into my third version of being. Let me start by telling you a bit about the…