UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: love

  • From Bully’s Sign to Granny Frass’s Screams…

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    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…

  • Hindsight is the Foresight of a Gobshite…

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    You ever notice how some people are absolute experts on your life after the fact? You could be standing in the smouldering ruins of a disaster of epic proportions, be it a relationship, a job, a family feud, or one of those “Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time” moments, and there’s…

  • A Field Full of Sheep and Me…

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    I wasn’t planning to write this today.But you know how those daily writing prompts sneak up on you? Today’s question is, “What bothers you and why?”, and well… turns out the writing prompt works. Who knew? 😂 It got me thinking more about the things that used to bother me, the things I’ve let go…

  • Empty Fridges, Full Grudges, and Other Nonsense…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What bothers you and why? And before I started making a list, the length of the Shannon, I took a deep breath… Because when I sat with this morning, the first thing that popped into my head was people who put empty boxes back in the fridge. Then I laughed, because of…

  • Aunty Fan – The Living Tell on Themselves…

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    The Clothes Off His Back: A Message from Aunty Fan… Well, now isn’t this a fine thing to be sitting with on a Sunday? There you are, up to your elbows in your father’s old clothes, shirts still smelling faintly of pipe smoke and aftershave, pockets with old screws and half a Woodbine in then,…

  • When Land Isn’t Just Land…

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Land Isn’t Just Land: Inheritance, Dementia, and the Old Irish Wounds We Carry… There’s a strange heaviness that comes with family inheritance. And it’s not the paperwork or the solicitors or the bickering over fences and sheds.It’s something older. Something heavier. Something no one warns you about. If you’ve lived it, you’ll know what…

  • Episode 92 – If Heff Could Talk…

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    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…

  • Excited, Against the Odds…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What are you most excited about for the future? You know what? I’ve been thinking about this one. And it’s funny, because the other day I was asked what I’m most worried about, and the list was long enough to circle the block twice. But excitement? That feels different. That’s something quieter,…

  • Bruised, Brilliant, and Still Here…

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    Well, now, would you look at the state of it! Life’s a right messy, scheming hoor some days, isn’t it? One minute you’re flat-out minding your own business, thinking you’ve finally got a handle on things, maybe even feeling half-decent about yourself, and then, bang, the universe decides it’s time for another round of ‘let’s…

  • Check Your Balance: The Quiet Economy of Your Soul…

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    The Soul Bank: Check Your Balance… A friend of mine from California rang me this morning. Now, she’s one of those people who’ll have you howling laughing one minute and rethinking your whole life the next. And this morning, she casually dropped a line that’s still rattling around my head: “You’ve got to mind your…