UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

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  • 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…

  • Romance? Ah Jaysus, Spare Me…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What’s your definition of romantic? Oh, here we go, another bloody programmed concept designed to keep people chasing shadows. I actually hate this one. The word “romantic” makes me twitch. Not because I’m cold or cynical, but because it’s one of those old hand-me-down ideas we’ve all been spoon-fed since we were…

  • Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…

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    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…

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    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,…

  • Episode 86 – Turf Wars…

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    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…

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    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…

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    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…

  • Found Out Like a Stranger..

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    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…

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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?…

  • The Boss Man, The Mother, and Other Strange Creatures…

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    I want to talk about something that’s been sitting in my head today, and maybe it’ll sit in yours too. Sometimes it’s not the loud arguments or the dramatic events that tell the real story of a family; it’s the small things. The choice of a word. The way a person gets referred to. The…