UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: fiction

  • The Art of Changing My Mind (Over and Over Again)…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Haven’t I Changed My Mind About? I used to think coffee was just coffee, bread was just bread, and socks were just socks. Now coffee comes with an ethical compass, bread is either a deadly gluten bomb or a gut-healing miracle depending on which guru you ask, and socks, well, I’m told bamboo ones…

  • Ireland Today: The Land of Potholes and Empty Promises….

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    Mae Faurel
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    Ireland Today… What a State… We used to be called the land of saints and scholars. Now we’re the land of potholes, half-built houses, crumbling hospitals, and politicians who wouldn’t know an honest day’s work if it bit them. Families are drowning under the cost of living. You walk into the shop for a bit…

  • Episode 101 – A Padlock, A Wheelbarrow, and a Test of Character…

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    Lincoln Would’ve Loved Faurel Hill… The other day I was reading a blog post at Bluejayblog. This quote hit me right between the eyes. “Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.”      -Abraham Lincoln Lincoln had it figured out. Adversity brings out grit, but power?…

  • Granny Frass on Bully and His Prepay Madness…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Prepay King and the Shrinking Soul… Ah, so Bully’s at it again, splitting the house electricity from the farm like he’s some kind of almighty planner. As if you can lop off a branch of a tree and the tree won’t know. A farm isn’t a jigsaw puzzle, Mae, it’s blood, sweat, and the…

  • Gravity or Just Hot Air?

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    Mae Faurel
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    You know, the more I sit and think about it, the more I realize nearly everything we’ve been told is a lie. School books, government advice, news headlines, all served up neat and tidy so we swallow it without a blink. But once you open your mind and actually look, things start to fall apart…

  • Beyond the Veil with Granny Frass…

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    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…

  • Farmageddon: Episode 100 in Bully Land…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Episode 100: The NPC Strikes Back 🎬 Previously, on Life in Bully Land… A funny thing is that I was waiting to post an epic one for the 100th Bully post, and he complied! Rust. Turf. Drama. A turf shed doubling as Jurassic Park. A villain who doesn’t twirl a mustache but does hoard prehistoric…

  • Aliens, Ancestors, or Just a Cloud? You Decide…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What the hell is this thing in the sky?! Honestly, for a moment, I thought I was looking at the beginning of a nuclear blast. Then I decided it had to be aliens making a flamboyant entrance. But the “official” word is… It’s just an anvil cloud. Now, maybe I’m supposed to nod politely and…

  • Mae by Name, Frass by Spirit…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, that’s a question with more layers than a trifle! I was named after my Granny Frass, go figure! For those who don’t read my blog, she was my maternal grandmother, a pure salt-of-the-earth legend who now resides beyond the veil. And let me tell you, “beyond the veil” doesn’t mean she’s quiet. Not for…

  • Where the Sky Remembers Me..

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    Mae Faurel
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    It’s a life far from the noise and nonsense of this one. Here, creativity isn’t just something you do; it’s the heartbeat of everything. Stories aren’t just told; they glow, shimmer, and come alive in colors and light. Every sunrise? A fresh story waiting to be lived, a new adventure knocking at the door, a…