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.…
We did it!We did what?We committed.Committed to what?To love. To life. To myself, to him, to us, to all of it. To everyone, to everything. Two weeks ago, over the…
Every year since Mike died, I brace myself for the stretch of weeks between 20th March and 2nd May because they contain so many beautiful-difficult-memorable dates. In the early years…
At this time of year, I often come across beautifully crafted intention-setting exercises. They invite us to pause, reflect, and look forward. In the past, I’ve tended to focus on…
25 December—a date etched into the rhythm of my life. Christmas Day! Santa! Presents! Yummy food and drink! Family and friends! Almost all of my Christmases have contained these ingredients,…
It is the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, where I live – the time of year when darkness stretches into its fullest potential, and daylight retreats to its most…
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.