UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: Life

  • Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    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…

  • Thank You, Next Lesson…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    Daily Writing Prompt: How Do You Express Your Gratitude? Gratitude, eh? It’s one of those things we’re supposed to do, but honestly, I don’t do it because a self-help book told me to. I do it because life has thrown me enough curve-balls to realize that if you don’t stop and appreciate the small stuff,…

  • The Future’s None of My Business…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    Daily Writing Prompt: What are you most worried about for the future? What am I most worried about for the future? Well, if I’m being completely honest, quite a few things. The state of the world, the people in it, the way truth seems to be something you have to dig for these days. Wars,…

  • Episode 87 – Bully Watch…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    Bully Watch… When They Don’t Talk to You… But Talk About You… Ever notice how some people don’t actually speak to you, but have plenty to say about you? There’s a certain breed of drama farmer who thrives on indirect communication. They won’t call, won’t text, won’t answer your emails, but suddenly your neighbor knows…

  • Episode 86 – Turf Wars…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    Turf Wars: Post-Op and Preyed On… I came home to heal. He came to conquer. One week in the hospital. Surgery. Painkillers. IV drips. Kind strangers held my hand and helped me sit up. A near-death experience, and somehow… peace. I returned home tender, stitched, and craving only silence, a cuppa, and my turf stove.…

  • Bitten, Broken, and Born Again…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    Daily Writing Prompt: Have you ever had surgery? What For? I have… more than once. But one in particular changed everything. As a child, I had the usual childhood bugs – or so I was told. Nothing major. As an adult, I stayed pretty healthy… until the female stuff started. Two surgeries later, I was…

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

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    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…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    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..

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    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…

    —

    by

    Mae Faurel
    in

    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?…