Tag: Under The Will Over The Drama
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The Pattern Behind the Behavior…
Bully’s Behavior… This isn’t about one incident. It’s about a pattern. Over time, a series of small, seemingly insignificant actions has taken place. On their own, each one could be dismissed. Explained away. Laughed off, even. But together, they form something else entirely. A pattern of presence without permission.A pattern of action without communication.A pattern…
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The First Hour Is Different Now…
The First Hour Is Different Now… The first hour of the day used to belong to him. Not in any official sense… he never signed anything. But try telling him that. He ran it like a small, furry dictator. There was a system. A routine. An expectation that I would rise, acknowledge his existence, and…
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Episode 106 – Under Fierce Pressure…
Under Fierce Pressure. Bully’s Karmic Chronicles… Bully’s Karmic Year-in-Review.. Ah… where to begin. If ever there was a case study in “what goes around comes around,” this is it. The Gate Incident. It all started with the infamous gate. A car, stolen and driven by a boyfriend on drugs, hit the entrance wall. Chaotic, expensive,…
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Angel on a Broomstick…
Angel on a Broomstick… Some days, I think the universe must be having a laugh, because if you’d told me years ago I’d become an angel on a broomstick, I’d have rolled my eyes and gone back to my tea. But here I am. Wings a little bent from turbulence, halo slightly dented, and broom…
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Episode 105 – Happy Anniversary to the Jurassic Turf Blockade!…
Well, would you look at that… It’s been one whole year since Bully decided to make history by parking a Jurassic relic of farm equipment smack in my turf shed. At the time, I was fuming, the kind of fuming where even the dog knew to keep his distance. But today? I can only laugh…
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Chasing My Tail (and Maybe the Universe’s Too)…
Lately, I feel like I’m chasing my tail, round and round, trying to catch up on everything that somehow slipped through the cracks. You know the kind of days when you wake up full of good intentions, ready to take on the world… and then suddenly it’s 6 p.m., and all you’ve managed is to…
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Strangers by DNA…
I was thinking about my family today, dangerous territory, I know, and I came to a rather startling conclusion: we’re just strangers who share the same DNA. Exactly that. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s funny how long it can take to admit something that’s been sitting in plain sight. You keep hoping one day the…
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Director of Turf Logistics…
Three jobs? Oh, come now, WP, at this stage of life, the very last thing I want is a job! Why would I go back to the grind? I’ve spent years dancing to alarm clocks, being herded by bosses, and ticking boxes on forms nobody even reads. Not for love, not for money, and certainly…
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Roots, Runes, and the Stars We Forget…
Oh, where to start! Let’s begin with the Irish blood in my veins, the stubbornness, the humour that refuses to be silenced, the way we carry stories like fire through the generations. I am proud of the whispers of the druids, who knew the land and the stars better than anyone today, who honored the…