Today marks 15 years since my husband’s death and that means I am doing a lot of reflecting. Some of that reflection is about the…
Welcome to Castle Ryan, my new house that I hope to transform into a home. It was about 16 years ago that I last made…
Time is a funny thing. It can fly by at supersonic speeds, or be slowed to a crawl. And sometimes, it feels like both speeds…
And so, it begins. I am now a quinquagenarian; more commonly known as a human in their 50s. This is not a bad thing to…
Today marks two years since my mother died and I am still heartbroken. She was my friend as much as my mother and her absence…
My overarching goal for 2023 was “simply me”. The objective was to focus on my needs and to prioritise them a bit (something I have…
With 2023 slowly crawling to an end, it’s time to reflect on the year so that I can step boldly into 2024 in just a…
Twenty-two years ago, I arrived in Scotland to begin a one-year study abroad programme. It is sometimes hard to believe that it was that long…
Another year has passed without my beloved husband and my heart aches from his absence these 14 years. Yes, the pain is softer now. But…
I found a photo of Mum a couple of months ago, taken the day after her 48th birthday. As I looked at it, I smiled…
With 2022 quickly making an exit, it’s time for my annual goal wrap-up and review. And then, I am ready to move on! My overarching…
I am on my holidays… again! It’s a little odd making my third big trip back to the Homeland in less than 365 days, after…
I am a runner, as I’ve declared on countless occasions. Indeed, I am a varsity runner, as evidenced by my varsity letter from my high…
In my world, letters and numbers are alive. OK, maybe not quite “alive” but they do have animate properties. Things like genders, personalities, and interpersonal…
I have long kept a journal or diary of some fashion or another. Indeed, I began dabbling in the art of journalling as a young…
It’s now been 13 years since my beloved husband, Paul, died suddenly and unexpectedly. It’s a strange feeling, being this far from the immediate grief…
Today, I am 48 years old. And today hurts. Not because I’m 48, but rather because I am now officially older than my late husband.…
I arrived home in Scotland yesterday, a month later than my initial plan. Home, and heartbroken… My holiday was meant to be a wonderfully happy…
It’s another new year, and I feel it’s going to be a chaotic one. Which is more reason for me to set some goals and…
As always, I had some pretty bold ambitions for 2021. And, as always, I had to let go of some of my goals along the…