It dawned on me today that it’s been nine months since I buried Paul. I just don’t know how that’s possible. I still have trouble…
My new year’s resolution was simple this year, or so I thought. I resolved to find a bit of joy in each day. The idea…
The last few days have been bitter-sweet for me. I’m trying to move forward with life; trying to continue doing all of the things I…
I spend a lot of time here complaining about things that I find upsetting and frustrating, but there are many things that I find comforting…
Before I met Paul, I was one of those habitually single people and quite happy that way. I did what I wanted when I wanted.…
I spent nearly two weeks in the UK with family and friends, and have returned feeling refreshed and relaxed. A break was just what I…
I’ve found myself at a fancy hotel for work once again. It’s one of those really fancy rooms with a separate living room and a…
I went to visit Paul’s gravesite at the weekend and realised that it might be the last time I’m able to sit there and talk…
As strange as it sounds, there are days when I wish I could go back to Day One of the grieving process and start over.…
Paul and I used to spend a lot of time talking about our relationship. We’d reminisce about the early days, talk about the present, and…
I joined a grief support group a couple of weeks ago and have found it oddly comforting, even though I’m the youngest one in the…
One of the hard parts about grief is not knowing when it’s going to hit. I can be going about my day quite happily one…
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…
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…
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…
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…