UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: love

  • Granny Frass on Bully and His Prepay Madness…

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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…

  • The Leap from “What If” to “What’s Next”…

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    What If the Like-Minded United?… Sometimes I sit and wonder, what if all the people who actually see the world for what it really is came together? Not the ones glued to the headlines, not the ones hypnotized by the latest celebrity scandal, but the ones who sense, deep down, that something is off. Those…

  • From Heff to Heaven: What Brings a Tear of Joy…

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    For me, it’s those quiet, unexpected moments that catch me off guard. The sight of an old friend’s laugh lines deepening with genuine happiness. A tiny bird bravely building a nest on my windowsill, oblivious to my staring. Or a message from someone I love, simple and unpolished, that hits me right in the heart.…

  • The Cage They Call Normal…

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    Look around you, And ask yourself: Are you living, Or are you just part of their system? Do you ever stop and think about the governments of the world? Honestly, do they really have our best interests at heart? Because from where I’m standing, all I see is a system built to tax us, poison…

  • Before Netflix, There Were Nettles…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, not that many really. We only had one TV in the house, and that meant it was usually whatever my dad wanted to watch. End of discussion. Remote controls weren’t even a thing back then, so if you wanted to change the channel, you had to physically get up and twist a dial. Hard…

  • Hugging a Stone Post: The Family I Loved but Never Belonged To…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Favored, Abandoned, or Just Misunderstood? Yesterday, while chatting with Phil over on For Singles and Couples, one sentence stuck with me: “Were you favored, even though you apparently ‘abandoned’ everyone to go to the States?” It made me pause. In some ways, I was both. I was Granny Frass’s favorite, and Aunty Fan’s too. They…

  • Writing It Out…

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    Well, I guess I’ve always written in one way or another, though not the way I do now. Back in the day, it was things like employee manuals, business correspondence, and all that serious, structured stuff. Before that, as a teenager, I kept a diary… until my Mam read it. That was the end of…

  • Why ‘Me’ Needs a Holiday…

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    The Most Overused Word? If I had to pick a word that’s overused these days, I’d say “me.”Not because the letters offend me, or because I want to erase individuality, but because “me” has become the gravitational center of far too many conversations, posts, and decisions. We live in an era where “me” gets first,…

  • Bully’s Lost in Space, and I’m at Peace…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What Brings Me Peace? Peace is not a scented candle, a yoga mat, or the sound of gentle rain, though all those are nice in theory, until the cat knocks over the candle, the yoga mat curls itself into a trip hazard, and the rain turns into an Irish downpour that soaks you from the…

  • Happiness in Small, Weird, Glorious Doses…

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    Confession: I Actually Took the Time to Think about Writing This List… I know, I know… who does that?While the world burns and emails pile up, here I am, calmly listing 30 things that make me smile like an old Jack Russell in the sun.It started off as a joke. Then it got weirdly sincere.Next…