Ask me about history, my move to Italy, or INSANE family stories/ coffeecake recipes.

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Thinking about what’s for dinner…

My name is Flannery Maney and I’ve been agonizing about how to write an ‘about me’ summary for days now. I’d promised myself that I’d start it, and if I wanted to scrap it at any second, I could. If you are in fact reading this, I have pushed through my fears. There was definitely red wine involved.

I write about personal things all the time from love, to my screenwriting career, to how I’m passing time in this soul sucking…

My first of many nights enjoying the Columbus indie rock scene

From as early as I can remember, indie music has been prevalent in my life. My nursery songs were hits by the Beatles and the Monkees. My high school experience was defined by excursions to see alternative bands. Even now, I love watching obscure bands at The Mint or Bar Lubitsch in Los Angeles.

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I was 15, and I’d finished my homework early on purpose. I was in my flower-covered childhood bedroom, which I then just called my bedroom…comparing a faded jean jacket and a corduroy peacoat from a thrift store downtown. I was about to see my favorite band…

How to level up this Spring, even when life looks the same

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Something about this pandemic has me chasing change, like a dog chasing a bone. I want to run towards something, ride a momentum wave, move where we’re living, move where we’re living again, and never sit still.

I think it’s because I’m an outdoor cat at heart and truly feel trapped in a pandemic lifestyle. So I wrote down my list of ways to get up, get going, get moving, and start manifesting the exact life you want post-pandemic. After-all, we’re fast on our way there!

Switch up your schedule

The things I do every day: write, workout, walk/bike/run outside, clean, and connect with…

It’s easy to put stuff off in the deep crevasse that is quarantine.

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When something scares me, or excites me because it has stakes in my life, I often find myself putting it off. I’m not working my teaching job right now and we’re currently locked down in Italy, so I basically have oodles of time.

I also have a pitch meeting that got scheduled a month out — the ultimate curse. Okay, super stoked to have a pitch. But I do struggle with things that I have too much time for.

I thrive in the last minute Hail Mary

Like Aaron Rodgers, I can throw one hell of a Hail Mary. I’ve spent so many years in high performative and…

When someone elevates you, all the antes are upped

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Sure, the kind gestures, surprise gifts, support when you’re down, and day-to-day friendship mean the world to me. I dream about our movie nights snuggled up together and cherish our daily lunchtime walks. There’s a lot to be grateful for in a healthy relationship.

In fact, some lovely behavior is showing me that not only were my standards drastically low before, but that in some ways, I expected bad behavior.

I’ve recently embarked on a journey of EMDR, which (in my laywoman’s basic explanation) is a practice of reprocessing past events…events from which we’ve drawn “solid conclusions”. …

What I learned, what I liked, and what I did wrong

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I’m a big thinker when it comes to writing. Typically, I spend months rough pitching an idea to friends and family, brainstorming over pizza with my boyfriend, and writing and re-writing the first steps. I take far too long to dive in and it has less to do with substance and quality and more to do with commitment issues and fear.

Last month, I was perusing the rules and guidelines for the Universal Writers Program, expecting to submit my recently polished animated feature. I was right on time. Then my heart sank as I read: no animated scripts will be…

Heather Dune Macadam’s book tells the story of the women on the first transport

Heather Dune Macadam’s book:

There is so much to love about Italy — the food, the wine, the people. However, the other day, I saw swastikas painted in Torino in fresh spray-paint.

When we go to dinner with my boyfriend’s grandfather, I think about how scared he must’ve been as a Partisan, hiding in the alps at 17. I’ll unfortunately never get to talk to his other Grandpa about his time in a concentration camp, before he escaped by clinging to the underside of a train.

How would either of these men feel about the swastikas around Torino? What about when someone wrote a…

“The greatest sources of our suffering are the lies we tell ourselves.”

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My early twenties felt like I was trying to hold sand with a colander. I was working to be an authentic actor, but I barely knew myself. I was trying to be loveable without loving myself. I was looking to fill up the holes with wine and insecure friendships.

This entire existence was underscored by extreme anxiety that kept me up late into the nights and I was unable to take a break from work or negative self-talk. Maddie McGuire beautifully talks about her experience with a former photo of herself in her article on how she avoided being a…

How I came to own Carole King’s earth-moving album

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Looking out on the morning rain. I used to feel so uninspired. And when I knew I had to face another day. Lord, it made me feel so tired.

— lyrics by King & Goffin

I was helping my aunt clean out her basement when I noticed a box of records with ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ peaking out.

A huge Simon and Garfunkel fan, I fangirl'd and asked my Aunt what was up with this box of discarded gold. She told me they were my uncle’s, one of my mom’s brothers. …

The smiles, the moments, the pieces that make it all worth it

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An incident that occurred a year ago became so deeply buried, so hidden in my subconscious, that I walked away from it and I did my best to never think about it again.

That is until yesterday, when a scene in a TV show dropped me right back into that moment in a way that made me question everything I thought I knew about trauma. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure where the intersection of narrative and emotion aligned. I felt dually supported by my partner, but lost from myself.

So, today, I went for a run alone. And something incredible happened.

Flannery Maney

Flannery is a writer, traveler, and the voice behind the indie duo, Alice Bloom. She is LA based, but is currently traveling the world <3

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