UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: #Under The Will Over The Drama

  • Today’s Message From Granny Frass…“Not Every Rattle Is a Storm”

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    A Message from Granny Frass…“For when the world feels noisy, and you’re wondering what to do next…” Now you hush that busy mind of yours for just a minute and let me speak. I can see you thinking five steps ahead and three behind, wearing yourself out trying to fix what was never yours to…

  • 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,…

  • Episode 91 – Promises, Plots, and the Great Fanny Farce…

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    You know, the older I become, the clearer it all gets. Hindsight really is a sarcastic little cow, sitting there with her cup of tea, smirking, going “Well, what did you expect, love?” I was thinking last night about those last few days when my mother was still with us. Fragile, fading, but still sharp…

  • Granny Frass: Who’s Got a Key to Your Vault?

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    Granny Frass Says: Watch Who’s Robbing Your Soul Bank (Looking at You, Bully & Fanny)… Well now, pet, gather in, because I’ve a thing or two to say about Soul Banks.And more importantly, about the pair of soul pickpockets that snuck around this family for years: Bully and Fanny McFox. See, I always told you…

  • 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…

  • Ruins, Cenotes, and the Things We Remember…

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    Daily Writing Prompt: Describe your most memorable vacation. There have been many memorable trips in my life, from wild road trips across the States, long weekends in Vegas and Sedona, a Camino de Santiago trip, and a trip to Kusadasi. But if I had to pick one, it would probably be an extended journey I…

  • 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…

  • Granny Frass (from beyond the veil)…

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    Granny Frass on Bullies, Schemes & The Captive Rebel… Well now, child, I’ve been watching this carry-on from the other side, and let me tell you… It’s every bit as pathetic as I expected.You always were the bright one. The one who saw through the grown-ups before you could even tie your shoes. And let…

  • 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…