Trigger Warning: this piece references suicide, death, grief and loss Today is 1st May, which in France means Labour Day, Fête du Travail. It is also my Granny May’s birthday.…
A few days ago, it was 13th April. Thirty years since I married Mike (13th April 1996), and nine years since we held his funeral (13th April 2017). Both momentous…
Exactly two hundred years before my husband Mike died in 2017, John Keats was writing about a capacity I would start to need in buckets. He called it negative capability.…
How do you keep living when life shatters—again and again—in ways you never imagined? Breath by breath, moment by moment, you carry what remains. Widowing Empty Nests is a space where love, loss, grief, and resilience intertwine, offering honest reflections on the ongoing journey of holding the unbearable while embracing what endures.