I remember the first time I made no-bake cookies for Paul. He came home from work, looked at the plate of cookies on the kitchen…
Today isn’t what it’s meant to be. Instead of me baking a cake for Paul’s 49th birthday, I’m stuck remembering that he only made it…
Well, it would seem that I wasn’t meant to have a proper Thanksgiving this year. I wished for one and even invited family and friends…
This Thanksgiving I have much to be thankful for. I have amazing parents; five sisters who’ve supplied me with loads and loads of fantastic nieces…
It’s been a very long week. A very, very long week. But whilst last Tuesday ended with my going to bed sobbing and crying, this…
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,…
The thing about grief is that sometimes it just hits you out of nowhere. Yesterday was such a great day. I really enjoyed spending time…
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…
The day started OK. I was a bit tired and run-down feeling, but it’s Monday and it was a pretty busy weekend so it wasn’t…
Today’s writing lesson was an A-Z poem where the first letter of each line forms the alphabet in alphabetical order. It was a bit challenging…
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…
WooHoo! Today is 10-10-10 and I’ve just run a 10K. Yay! This makes me happy because: It’s the furthest I’ve run since shortly before Paul…
As a kid, I remember Grandpa Eberle talking about the best way to get rid of a cold: A shot (or two?) of Brandy, a…
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…
Today’s quote from my “Be Good to Yourself” calendar came at just the right time. For a few weeks now I’ve been telling myself to…
Faithful readers of other rubbish I’ve written since Paul died will remember the struggle I had the first time I found myself having to travel…
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 used to enjoy the confluence of seasons; the awkward meeting between weather patterns – one anxious to begin its reign whilst the other tries in vain…
I removed a large grasshopper from the house today using Paul’s special bug-removal jar. The old peanut butter jar took on the duty of bug…