Category: Daily Writing Prompt
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No Room in My Head for Rent-Free Tenants…
Now, by all rights, I should be! I’ve got a zillion reasons stacked up like family drama at a Christmas dinner, and every single one of them would give me the right to slam a door, curse a name, or carry a chip on my shoulder the size of a mountain. But here’s the thing:…
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9,000 Kilometers and No Barry’s in Sight…
Now, before we go any further, let me be clear: in this post, I’m talking about a physical journey, not one of my usual mind-journeys (those can travel far further without ever leaving the armchair!). I’ve done my fair share of traveling over the years. I even lived for many years in the Pacific Northwest…
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Sun, Sand, and a Slightly Rebellious Home…
Oh, let me tell you… my dream home would be somewhere gloriously rural, with the kind of countryside charm that makes you want to put your feet up and never leave. And yes, it must be close enough to a beach that I can saunter down in flip-flops or bare feet, hair doing whatever it…
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From Heff to Heaven: What Brings a Tear of Joy…
For me, it’s those quiet, unexpected moments that catch me off guard. The sight of an old friend’s laugh lines deepening with genuine happiness. A tiny bird bravely building a nest on my windowsill, oblivious to my staring. Or a message from someone I love, simple and unpolished, that hits me right in the heart.…
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Cheaper Than Therapy…
Why do I blog? Good question. Some mornings I wonder that myself. I mean, it’s not like the internet is short on words, is it? Whole forests have been sacrificed to the ramblings of people who think the world is waiting breathlessly for their next pearl of wisdom. And yet… here I am, still typing.…
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Beyond the Veil with Granny Frass…
An Interview with Granny Frass (From Beyond the Veil)… Who is Granny Frass? For those of you new around here, Granny Frass is my maternal grandmother, or at least the character she’s become on this blog. In life, she was the backbone of our family: tough as old boots, sharp-tongued, but full of heart. She…
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Before Tea, Don’t Ask…
Well, WP… really? You’re asking me how I feel this early? That’s cheeky. None of your business, honestly. It’s far too early in the morning for poking and prodding about my “feelings.” At this hour, I’m still negotiating with Heff over who owns the sunny patch on the floor, and I haven’t even decided what…
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Tea, Sky, and a Bit of Cheek…
Honestly, I don’t know if I have one. I’ve never been great with “habits”, at least not the social media approved ones. You won’t find me up at 5 a.m. plunging into ice baths, chanting affirmations, or guzzling kale smoothies. No thanks. My “self-care routine” would probably get me banned from those wellness podcasts. But…
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My Last Google Search: Not Your Average Recipe…
All Is a Lie: My Last Google Search We’ve all got strange search histories, don’t we? Some people type in things like “banana bread recipe” or “nearest petrol station.” Sensible, practical, boring. Me? Not a chance. My search history reads more like a conspiracy theorist’s shopping list crossed with a midnight philosopher’s notebook. So, when…
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Before Netflix, There Were Nettles…
Well, not that many really. We only had one TV in the house, and that meant it was usually whatever my dad wanted to watch. End of discussion. Remote controls weren’t even a thing back then, so if you wanted to change the channel, you had to physically get up and twist a dial. Hard…
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