“If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have none.” How many times have you heard or spoken that simple sentence? I know I can’t count the number of times those words have crossed my ears or lips, and I often sum it up to being “my father’s daughter” – The MacInnis curse extends even to… Continue reading #AshleyProblems

Sometimes, without intending to, I seem to torture myself with unnecessary punishment. After surviving Christmas (sans J) without a single tear, I made the impossibly stupid decision to dig out my wedding rings. They’ve been tucked away for months now, unseen but not forgotten. I looked at them for a moment or two, shiny and pretty in their… Continue reading Final Firsts