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Elizabeth Riley
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The Second Festive Helping
This season sucks. I thought it may be different this year –
you know? With it being my second Christmas in this new normal life I am
working so hard to carve out for myself but it just isn’t that simple.  I want to participate. In so many ways I think that...
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The identity parade
Firstly I want to tell you that I am okay, I feel okay and
I will be alright.  The positivity within me astounds me to the
core even now, 14 months almost into widowhood.  I instinctively feel it when
the freezing cold and all immersing waves of grief crash...
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My husband died a year ago
today. I will not refer to it as
an anniversary. To me, Anniversaries are happy occasions and to remember the
worst day of my life and the end of his as an anniversary, does not sit
comfortably with me. Today marks the day that I
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The Decision
I gathered my new team together last week to meet for the
very first time with the task of agreeing a project vision and mission
statement. The room was filled with highly skilled professionals and I
was honoured to be standing amongst them. I outlined the ...
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The Widow's Feast
I was an early reader, thanks to my sister who is 6 years my
senior. I was the ever present guinea pig in her role play as teacher which
resulted in me being able to decode quite a lot of words before I even started
formal schooling at the age of 5. I was u...
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The Schedule
I approached my thirties with a grand degree of
optimism. The previous decade had been an absolute joy and so utterly carefree
that I never felt an ounce of apprehension as the big ‘three zero’ approached
because I had every reason to believe that my life w...
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The question, the script and the truthful answer
I
have the right to grieve in any way that feels right for me at the time but I
am constantly reminding myself that I am still responsible for all of my actions
and behaviour. Some
of my actions and behaviours are bearable and acceptable to other people. Ot...
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In pursuit of sleep
Most of my childhood was spent living in a village on the North Cornish coast. Our garden backed onto a caravan park and with a swift hop up, over the stone walling - I was able to trespass in effect and masquerade as a child on holiday, where I would play ...
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The Mirror - Me, Myself and I
What does a widow look like? Seriously? I had never really given that question much consideration before I entered this new normality but when I found myself staring into the bathroom mirror, just after midday on July the 3rd last year - I didn't have to wo...
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The Deal
I had been warned that the only thing I would ever be able to do with a music degree was to teach but I had other ideas in my mind as I sat across the table from Mr Clarke, the careers officer. At 14 years old, I had set my heart on playing in a world class...
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