UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: family

  • Confessions of a Failed Nurse and Future Rebel…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Ones Who Didn’t Fit the Box… When I was growing up in Ireland and I won’t say how many years ago because some of you might faint, it was a very different world to the one we’re in now. Back then, every family had a few solid ambitions for their children. You didn’t need…

  • I Asked for a Day, They Offered Me the Door…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Families have a way of shaping the truth to suit themselves. Sometimes it’s subtle. Other times it’s right there in front of you, dressed up as kindness, practicality or ‘what’s best for everyone’. And over time, you start to realize that what looks like help is often just a polite way of saying we’d prefer…

  • Episode 52 – Heff & Huff

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    Mae Faurel
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    Heff, Hutt & the Inheritance of Dog Biscuits After Dad passed, the will was read, the turf was turned and the drama rolled in faster than a storm over Faurel Hill. But you know what no one fought over?The dogs. That’s right. Heff and Hutt. Dad’s loyal sidekicks, his four-legged farmhands (and before that my…

  • Stop Acting Like The World Owes You Something – Granny Frass

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass’s Message from Beyond… Ooh now, pull up a chair and stop acting like the world owes you something. It don’t. Never did, never will. The sooner you wrap your noggin around that, the freer you’ll be. Life’s a wild old ride – sometimes it’ll toss you into a ditch, other times it’ll hand…

  • Granny Frass Weighs In…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Chrome Don’t Cover Cowardice: A Message from Granny Frass… Well now, look who’s thinking of me. I felt your heart tugging at the spirit strings this morning, like a little bird calling for home. I been watching you, you know. Watching you hold your head up high while folks round you carry on like peacocks…

  • The Will, the Drama, and the Silence of Bully..

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    Mae Faurel
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    Scene: A cozy kitchen in the great beyond. A kettle whistles. There’s the soft clink of china, the rustle of angel robes and the faint smell of turf, lavender and a hint of disapproval. My dearly departed crew have gathered to discuss current events from Faurel Hill. Mom (wiping her hands on a ghostly tea…

  • Episode 45 – Granny Frass’s Golden Rule…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass’s Golden Rule: Blood is Thicker Than Bank Accounts. You know, back in Granny Frass’s day, family wasn’t something you negotiated with. It wasn’t a transaction or a competition. It was a given. You were born into the tribe and that meant you belonged. For better or worse. Granny Frass didn’t just raise her…

  • A Word from Granny Frass…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, look who finally sat still long enough to hear from their old granny. I’ve been meaning to send a message down but between teaching the angels how to compost and replanting the rose beds by the Pearly Gates – they were a mess, bless them – I’ve had my hands full. You’d think…

  • Granny Frass’s Garden of Wisdom..

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    Mae Faurel
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    (and Other Things My Siblings Ignored) Before we get too carried away with messages from beyond and the shady shenanigans of my dearly departed father, it’s only right that I introduce you to the true matriarch of our family – the woman who raised me, kept the whole circus running and managed to do it…

  • He Did His Best…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Today I found myself lost in old photographs of my dad. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular but what I found was the ache of missing him. In those images, he looked strong. Protective. Present. He stood between me and the chaos more than I realized at the time. He shielded me from Bully…