UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

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  • The Milk I Didn’t Expect to Carry…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Was I Meant to Be There? Yesterday started like any ordinary Saturday on a long bank holiday weekend in Ireland. The charity shop closed early, and I stopped at the petrol station for milk. Simple, right? I’ve known the lady behind the counter for a few years. We usually share a quick laugh or some…

  • Spooned a Program, Swallowed a Question Mark…

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    Hmm… where do I even begin? I’m curious about everything. The state of the world? The real reason we’re here? Why are we born into families that trigger us like a faulty alarm system? And why, after all that, are we expected to pay bills and clap politely at weddings? I wonder… is this really…

  • Whispers from Another Century..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Missing a Time I Never Lived In… There’s a word for it, anemoia: nostalgia for an era you never experienced. A strange ache for something just out of reach. Not a memory, not exactly a dream… more like a whisper from somewhere just beyond the veil. For me, it often arrives in moments like the…

  • Lessons from an Ornery Old Blind Man…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Life Lessons from a Blind Old Dog… I’m sitting here with Heff, the ornery old blind man himself. Fifteen years on this earth, and he’s still teaching me things I never thought I’d learn. You see, Heff wasn’t always like this. Back in the day, he was my shadow, following me everywhere, full of attitude…

  • Why Does Life Feel Like a Never-Ending Sh*tshow?…

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    So, I’m chatting to someone today, and they hit me with this gem:“How come we have so much sh*t going on in our lives?” And honestly, it stopped me in my tracks. Because… why? Why do some people seem to glide through life like swans on a lake, while the rest of us are paddling…

  • Episode 97 – The Graveyard Gala…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Graveyard Gala: RSVP Optional… In Ireland, the yearly graveyard mass isn’t just a mass, it’s the Met Gala for the dearly departed. Everyone piles into the graveyard in their Sunday best, murmuring prayers while scanning the crowd like hawks: “Who showed up? Who didn’t?” Miss it, and the whispers start before the priest even…

  • Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding…Granny Frass..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding… A Message from Beyond by Granny Frass (with commentary from 🐾Sir Percival, the Afterlife’s Premier Cat)… Now listen here, love. All this talk about dinosaurs being dragons? You’re not just sniffing around the truth, you’re practically dancing on it in muddy boots. And I say that…

  • Wardrobe Drama: When Clothes Ghost You…

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    Mae Faurel
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    My Clothes Have Commitment Issues… They Never Go Out! They promised me nights out, brunch dates, and fabulous parties. Instead, they’ve been hiding in my closet like introverts at a rave. I’m sitting here staring at my wardrobe thinking… why do I have so much crap I don’t even use? Honestly, I have clothes that…

  • Episode 95 – Silence Speaks Volumes (and None of It Is Good)…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Silence – The Bully’s Favorite Weapon… You know what wrecks my head sometimes? When people think that silence makes them smart, powerful, or mysterious. Let me tell you something: it doesn’t make you clever. It makes you controlling, childish, and just a little bit pathetic. Take Bully and Fanny, for example. They love to go…

  • Frass Out Loud – A Rant…

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    Granny Frass Speaks: The World’s Gone Wobbly and I’m Not Having It… Well now. I’ve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the view’s clear, the tea’s hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the world’s gone wobbly. It’s like someone pulled the…