Tag: fiction
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Episode 98- Meter Men and Other Middle-Aged Power Fantasies…
Well well well… guess who was here again today? Yes. Himself. The Lord of the Faurel Hill. The High Priest of Poles and Wires. The man who reads a meter like it’s a sacred rite, and always, always, leaves the flap open just enough to say: “I was here.” Every single time. Only when I’m…
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Episode 95 – Silence Speaks Volumes (and None of It Is Good)…
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…
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Is This What Healing Feels Like?…
I’ve noticed something lately. A quiet shift. I don’t write about Bully as much anymore. Not because I’ve suddenly forgiven or forgotten, and not because justice somehow found its way to my door. Nothing external has changed. But I have. A little. The Bully posts used to pour out of me like water from a…
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From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…
From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams, How Blogging Became My Unexpected Therapy.. It’s kind of funny when I look back at how this whole blog started. Honestly, if you’d told me years ago that a crudely planted sign right outside my door, courtesy of Bully, would be the thing to finally set my bottled-up…
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Episode 92 – If Heff Could Talk…
If Heff Could Talk… Heff is fifteen now. Blind for just eight months, but wise beyond all his years.He was Mam’s dog first. Then he became Dad’s shadow. But truth be told, he’s always been mine. Even Dad used to say it: “Heff only has eyes for you, not that he needs them.” Now, those…
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Episode 91 – Promises, Plots, and the Great Fanny Farce…
You know, the older I become, the clearer it all gets. Hindsight really is a sarcastic little cow, sitting there with her cup of tea, smirking, going “Well, what did you expect, love?” I was thinking last night about those last few days when my mother was still with us. Fragile, fading, but still sharp…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 