UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

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  • Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 1… The Morning of Dad’s Funeral .. It’s strange, the things you remember from days like that.Not the eulogies or the hymns, but the little things. The things that shouldn’t matter, but somehow do. The morning of my Dad’s funeral, I lay in bed listening to Fanny and…

  • I’m Here. It’s Messy. And That’s Okay…

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    Follow up to my last post : Found Out Like a Stranger.. Some days, life blindsides you. You’re pottering along, minding your business, and then something comes hurtling out of nowhere and smacks you straight in the heart. The other day; was one of those days. I found out my aunt died and was buried…

  • Granny Frass Says…

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    Granny Frass Says: Some People Would Put The Devil to Shame… Well now, I’ve been minding my own business up here, sipping a drop of strong tea and keeping an eye on things below when word reached me about the latest carry-on. And let me tell you, if I had me old walking stick I’d…

  • Found Out Like a Stranger..

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    Found Out Like a Stranger… I am angry and sad tonight. I need to vent.. Tonight, I was talking to my neighbor about a death in his family, and while looking up the notice, I found my aunt’s death notice. My actual aunt. My uncle’s wife. A woman who was part of my childhood. She…

  • The Childhood I Forgot…

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    The Childhood I Forgot (for a Reason)… People talk about their childhoods like photo albums. Clear pages filled with birthdays, holidays, games and laughter. Mine? It’s more like fog. Whole chunks are missing. It’s not that I don’t remember anything, it’s that what I do remember, I remember too well. And most of the rest?…

  • A Little Gratitude… and a Lot of Truth…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I’ve been told I should be grateful. And I am. Grateful for the roof over my head, for the days I managed to laugh when there wasn’t anything funny about it.I’m grateful for the friends who showed up, the few family members who stayed solid, and for the unexpected kindness of strangers when I needed…

  • The Boss Man, The Mother, and Other Strange Creatures…

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    I want to talk about something that’s been sitting in my head today, and maybe it’ll sit in yours too. Sometimes it’s not the loud arguments or the dramatic events that tell the real story of a family; it’s the small things. The choice of a word. The way a person gets referred to. The…

  • Message from Granny Frass: The Back Yard Drive-Through…

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    Well now, pull up a cloud and pour yourself a drop of something, because your Granny Frass has her apron in a knot tonight. Word reached the spirit side that Bully did one of his famous little drive-ins again. Rolled right through the yard like some lord of the manor, did a turn, and off…

  • Episode 83 – Farming the Family…

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    Farming the Family: The Real Business at Faurel Hill… Welcome to another episode of Under the Will, Over the Drama, where inheritance is a sport, and the family farm is the prize. Let’s set the scene. Bully, our ever-present, ever-strategic protagonist, pops up at Faurel Hill every day to tend the cattle. Seems wholesome enough…

  • Drive-By’s & Spy Cams: What’s Really Going On?…

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    This just happened. And I am feeling a little rattled about it. Well, here’s one for the family files. 20 minutes after I was out pulling a few weeds in peace, caught on the good old spy cam, who decides to roll in? Bully. Yep, pulls into the back yard, turns around, and drives out…