UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: fiction

  • Episode 90 -The Parish Lotto Power Play…

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    The Parish Lotto Power Play: Another Classic Bully Move… You know, it’s funny the things that stick in your mind when you look back over the years. It’s not always the big, dramatic blow-ups. Sometimes it’s the petty little moves, the sneaky, underhanded jabs that tell you more about a person’s character than a lifetime…

  • Granny Frass (from beyond the veil)…

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    Granny Frass on Bullies, Schemes & The Captive Rebel… Well now, child, I’ve been watching this carry-on from the other side, and let me tell you… It’s every bit as pathetic as I expected.You always were the bright one. The one who saw through the grown-ups before you could even tie your shoes. And let…

  • Episode 89 – The Captive Rebel and The Kingdom of Bullies…

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    Some of us are born to keep the peace.Some of us are born to challenge it. And the Kingdom of Bullies, oh, they love a good captive rebel. They love to wag their fingers, whisper behind backs, and punish the one person brave enough to name the game. You see, the Wound of the Captive…

  • Episode 88 – Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks…

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    Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks: A Bully Tale… Did you ever notice how some people can’t leave well enough alone? Like, the world could be spinning happily on its axis, the birds chirping, the dogs wagging, and here comes Bully, striding in like a constipated sheriff in a one-horse town, ready to declare war on…

  • 🐾A Message from Sir Percival…🐾

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    A Turf Shed, a Tyrant, and a Tomcat’s Truth… Message from Sir Percival: Ah, my dear human. I see you’ve returned to the farm, tender, mended, and half-glued together with stitches and stubbornness. A lesser creature would’ve fled. But you? You came home to heal. And what greets you? The unmistakable stench of testosterone and…

  • 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…

  • 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?…

  • Episode 84 -The Boss Man Cometh…

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    The Boss Man Cometh: Bully’s Greatest Role Yet… So after I wrote that last post about how people in families use titles to dodge feelings, something else popped into my head. Because if anyone could take a situation as heartbreaking as watching our dad disappear into dementia and turn it into a personal promotion opportunity,…

  • 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 82 – Same House, Different Exits..

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    Funny how you can grow up under the same roof, eat the same food, breathe the same air, and still end up on entirely different planets. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. How the two oldest in our family turned out so different to the two younger ones. Not that any of us…