Following up on yesterday’s post, today I am acknowledging the strengths that save me from the bitterness of my weaknesses. These are a bit more difficult…
My weaknesses taunt me. They prevent me from truly loving myself and they make me doubt every thread of my being. I wish I could…
It’s been 20 years since I last saw him. Twenty years since he caused me an unimaginable amount of pain – pain that has stayed with me…
I am a runner. I eat pizza. I drink beer. And I look good naked*. I realise that’s a bit of an odd opening line,…
For the vast majority of my adult life, I have been alone. I’ve only ever had one “real” boyfriend (after having briefly dated a not-nice…
Last night, I found myself sleeping on the cold streets of Edinburgh in the howling winds and forbidding temperatures. It was miserable weather for being…
There is a glitch in Just Frances, the person, that I can’t seem to repair. It started when I first got the Frances 3.0 upgrade…
There was an interesting piece in The Guardian’s Running Blog yesterday about running with music. The post offered insights from two runners – a pro-music runner and a no-music runner – and…
Yesterday’s post seems to have created some interesting, and unexpected, feedback, so I thought I’d take the time to talk about it some more. It seems…
Since becoming a widow, I’ve given a lot of thought to the value of my life; the purpose and the meaning of it. I’ve wondered why…
I’m not a big believer in predetermined destinies. I don’t believe that God has my entire life mapped out and that every little obstacle is…
I’ve just completed another one of the Brooklyn Art Library‘s collaborative art projects, Letters From Your Childhood, so here I am sharing it with you. Yay! It’s difficult…
Yesterday I shared a big part of my soul by admitting that I fell so hard that I frightened myself. So today I thought I’d share…
You may know by now that I’m a big fan of Martinis. It’s not that I’m a big drinker; I just like my RyanCentric Martinis a bit.…
One week before Paul died, we had a conversation about our futures, should one of us die – a conversation sparked because it was the anniversary of…
There is a man who appears in my dreams who isn’t Paul. In my dreams, we’re madly in love. And much like the widow dreams…
To celebrate Social Media Week, I have decided to share a paper I wrote a few months ago about digital diaries and online identities. It…
Sometimes I think about dating. Only it’s a confusing topic for me. Not the dating part; I know how to do that. It’s more the…
First, an apology for my absence the last week. I’ve had some website glitches and had to enlist the help of some amazing friends who…
Tonight, I decided to brave it alone and took myself to the theatre (sorry, to the cinema) to see Brave. And why not? Friday nights…