A Year On.

A titles and something to write about. That’s what I’m currently stuck on. Earlier this month I’d already written a more personal essay called “What I’ve Learnt In My Year As A Widow” but it missed the mark and it was a little less appropriate than my regular musings, so it’s currently sitting as a … More A Year On.

Is there freedom in widowhood?

8e3ab3f2-adb8-4332-ac46-b4623d52aeb9 “It’s raining,”. A momentary irritation crosses my soul. The dog, for whom we are currently out here, won’t walk now that little drops of water are falling from the grey skies. “No, let’s push on,” I say. “Let’s just see how far we can go. But it’s almost as if she knew how the … More Is there freedom in widowhood?