Category: Kin and Consequenes
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Episode 78 – Pedestals, Ghosts, and the Tattler-in-Chief..
Pedestals, Ghosts, and the Tattler-in-Chief: An Ode to Fanny McFox… You know, it’s funny the things you don’t see until you’ve lived long enough to grow your own collection of scars. How did I never see through her? The infamous Fanny McFox, tattler, gatekeeper, ghoster supreme. Back when I was a teenager, I was waging…
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Episode 77 – Do Ya Want the Air Fryer?!
Do Ya Want the Air Fryer?! – The Day The Grief Parade Rolled In.. When people say grief brings out the best and worst in families, I now know what they mean. Mostly the worst. Dad hadn’t even been gone 24 hours when Bully Yates, always quick off the mark, installed a brand new, locked…
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Episode 72 – Not All Monsters Roar…
Not All Monsters Roar (Some Wear Cardigans and Make Trifle)… I once submitted a receipt for hoover bags. Hoover bags, folks. Not diamond-studded ones. Not antique ones. Just plain, functional dust-hoovering bags because, shockingly, dirt exists. I was on social welfare at the time, and it was a simple reimbursement. No drama. No debate. Or…
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Episode 71 -The Spy Who Loved WiFi…
The Spy Who Loved WiFi (And Left Me for Dead)… There’s a special place in hell for people who take advantage of dementia patients. And an even darker corner for sisters like Fanny McFox, who see it as an opportunity to install a 24/7 surveillance system in your dying father’s room while you survive on…
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Episode 70 – PSA from Morgan & Paula…
Newlywed tip: Beware of Bully’s Horn Concerto… In case you’re planning a romantic Irish getaway, here’s a hot tip: never park outside someone’s front door in Ireland if there’s a ‘no parking’ sign – unless, of course, you enjoy impromptu horn symphonies and doorbell rage performances. We innocently thought we’d scored prime parking real estate…
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Episode 69 – An American Honeymoon at Faurel Hill…
An American Honeymoon at Faurel Hill: The Unexpected Horn Symphony & Doorbell Drama… by Morgan and Paula… We arrived at Mae’s home, excited for a quiet night filled with laughter and maybe a pint or two or a bit of teq-kill-ya ( which Morgan brought). Instead, we found ourselves suddenly part of an unscripted local…
