UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: #Under The Will Over The Drama

  • Episode 97 – The Graveyard Gala…

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    The Graveyard Gala: RSVP Optional… In Ireland, the yearly graveyard mass isn’t just a mass, it’s the Met Gala for the dearly departed. Everyone piles into the graveyard in their Sunday best, murmuring prayers while scanning the crowd like hawks: “Who showed up? Who didn’t?” Miss it, and the whispers start before the priest even…

  • Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding…Granny Frass..

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    Dragons Never Die, They Just Get Better at Hiding… A Message from Beyond by Granny Frass (with commentary from 🐾Sir Percival, the Afterlife’s Premier Cat)… Now listen here, love. All this talk about dinosaurs being dragons? You’re not just sniffing around the truth, you’re practically dancing on it in muddy boots. And I say that…

  • What if the Dinosaurs We Buried were really Dragons?…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be? Now see, that’s assuming we all agree on what a “dinosaur” really was. But let’s just ask the obvious: who wrote that part of history? Who named them, shaped the bones, told the story, and then changed it every few…

  • Episode 96 – The Trojan Horse Tactic…

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    The Trojan Horse Tactic: When Family Becomes a Weapon… So, I’m sitting here with my cup of tea, minding my own business, when I stumble across a newspaper article that nearly knocks me off my chair. There it is in black and white: Bully Junior asked the judge for permission to relocate… to my county.…

  • When Acres Become Ego…

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    When Acres Become Ego: The Irish Obsession with Land… How Many Farms Do You Actually Need? Ego, Greed, and the Irish Obsession with Land… Ireland and land. It’s a love story, a war story, and a tragedy all rolled into one. For generations, land was a matter of survival; it fed families, kept the roof…

  • Where the Ruins Still Whisper…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go? Right now? Nowhere, truth be told. Life feels too heavy to float above it just yet. My hands are full with the business of holding things together, or maybe just letting them fall, gently, where they need to. But if Heff…

  • Wardrobe Drama: When Clothes Ghost You…

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    My Clothes Have Commitment Issues… They Never Go Out! They promised me nights out, brunch dates, and fabulous parties. Instead, they’ve been hiding in my closet like introverts at a rave. I’m sitting here staring at my wardrobe thinking… why do I have so much crap I don’t even use? Honestly, I have clothes that…

  • Who Needs a Nickname When You’ve Got Layers?

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    Daily Writing Prompt: What’s the story behind your nickname? Honestly? I don’t really have one. Not in the classic sense. No catchy label that followed me through school halls or popped up in glittery text messages. No “Peanut,” no “Red,” no “Shorty.” I never had a proper nickname, just a variety of soft-edged versions of…

  • Episode 95 – Silence Speaks Volumes (and None of It Is Good)…

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    Silence – The Bully’s Favorite Weapon… You know what wrecks my head sometimes? When people think that silence makes them smart, powerful, or mysterious. Let me tell you something: it doesn’t make you clever. It makes you controlling, childish, and just a little bit pathetic. Take Bully and Fanny, for example. They love to go…

  • Frass Out Loud – A Rant…

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    Granny Frass Speaks: The World’s Gone Wobbly and I’m Not Having It… Well now. I’ve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the view’s clear, the tea’s hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the world’s gone wobbly. It’s like someone pulled the…