fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our family dynamics, traditions, and if there's such thing as a 'perfect family.'

Warm Memories
A lady laughed at me today after she asked me what I was eating. I politely said, “I’m eating a bologna and cheese sandwich.” She answered back saying, “You couldn’t afford to get ham or turkey?” I said, “I can afford WHAT THE HELL I want, I CHOSE to eat that.” Before I thought about it, I commenced to explain to her in a very irritated attitude that there was absolutely nothing wrong with eating bologna and cheese. She took those words, turned and walked away.
By Tara Williams5 years ago in Families
Arianna Finds Her Magic
Dorig Once upon a time, there was a magical world called Dorig. The people who lived on Dorig were special; they lived on magic. They ate, slept, and breathed it. Magic made rainbows in the sky and brightened the dimmest of days. It sang with the Elvin and laughed with the Dandyfairies.
By Naomi Chance5 years ago in Families
Parentified
Chapter I of II It is quiet. So quiet I can hear myself breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. How funny that the body does this on its own. Wrapped up to my chin in my warm, winter coat, I look at the digital clock in my car. 8:45 p.m. The numbers had read "8:25 p.m." when I'd first pulled up to my house, parking on the street in front where there is a space between two mounds of snow just big enough for my car to fit. I know that the time is wrong--an hour too fast since daylight savings ended--but that doesn't change the fact that I've been sitting in the driver's seat for twenty minutes, car parked and engine still running.
By Grace A. T.5 years ago in Families
Baba
He doesn’t have to count before he clacks the black chips from one triangle to another on the tavla – or backgammon – board. I try not to count myself, but often get it wrong. We have an unspoken deal that he can move my pieces backward or forward to correct my mistakes at any time. Today, though, it doesn’t seem to matter much, as my father-in-law is absentmindedly beating me soundly.
By Hardy Griffin5 years ago in Families
Time Out
Time Out If his stovepipe hat and lanky gait didn’t give him away it was the fact that his strong Kentucky tenor voice cut through a crowd like a boatswain’s whistle on water.
By Jay Wildfeathers5 years ago in Families
Travel Is No Cure for the Mind
At this very moment, you'll be here: Or you'll be here: Or here: But maximum possibly, you’re likely right here: It’s simply every other day… and you’re simply doing what you need to do.
By Joe Walter5 years ago in Families
Blind Faith
There was a time when I thought I knew it all at least that’s the image I portrayed. Little did I know that my faith would be tested like never before. Imagine being a million miles away from home and literally being shaken to your core.
By Stormy Reign Valentine 5 years ago in Families
The Tooth Fairy
It seems like only yesterday when my granddaughter, Stephanie was seven years old. At the time, my son and his family lived in New York making visits infrequent, but enjoyable. Seeing them was always a special treat for me.
By Margaret Brennan5 years ago in Families
Various Factors for Discoloration and Stains on Teeth
Tooth discoloration and stains are regular occurrences that can be caused by a number of factors. What's the good news? Many of these stains may be treated and avoided.
By Shiran Kapila Jayawardhane5 years ago in Families
A Divine Intervention
This is a story of a girl who grew up in a different time when little girls were made of sugar & spice and everything nice, now we live in a unisex world.
By Saswati Johri5 years ago in Families
The Blind Boy
There is this guy in my class, he's a young little man, very sweet. One of the most intelligent kid I've ever seen in my life, but he is blind.
By Joy Obianinwa5 years ago in Families
Daddy Lessons
I don't know about you, but fathers are supposed to be heroes for their sons. That's how it is I guess. And my father is my hero. Not in the way fathers are for their sons but in his own way. My father taught me many lessons. Also, not in the way that many fathers teach their sons. But in his own way. He didn't teach me by being there, he taught me by not being there. My father didn't teach me how to. He taught me how not to.
By Gal Mux5 years ago in Families