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.'
The Anniversary Waltz
The morning haze of June 10, 1994, was particularly tiring for Shelley. Two months of pregnancy have started taking its toll, from the dreaded morning sickness to the backache that no Tylenol could kill. Taking it easy around the house, a restless Shelley figured today was just going to be another typical hot summer day. Mark, who started work earlier in the day, came home early, catching her off guard.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Families
Illuminating Wellness
The Dim Dawn: A Life Fading in Hues In the serene village of Serenlea, Lily's days felt like a washed-out watercolor, drained of vitality. The humdrum routine left her fatigued, as if the color had seeped out of her life. Enter Puravive, a whisper of possibility in the quietude of her existence, promising a chance to rediscover the vibrancy that had slowly faded away.
By Najeem Ansari3 years ago in Families
A Silent Symphony
The Nocturnal Struggle: A Sleepless Battle Begins In the quiet town of Windmere, Tom found himself in the midst a relentless battle - a nightly war against his own snoring. The once serene bedroom now resonated with disruptive sounds, robbing not only Tom but also his partner, Lucy, of the peaceful sleep they both craved. The struggle was real, and the need for a solution led Tom to an unexpected discovery - "The Stop Snoring and Sleep Apnea Exercise Program."
By Najeem Ansari3 years ago in Families
The Real Dragon Warrior
In the heart of a Southeast London socially deprived area, among its challenges, a real-life dragon warrior emerges. Leila, a single mother of two small boys and now a newborn girl, embodies the spirit of Longmu, the Chinese goddess known as the Mother of Dragons. Her journey, a modern-day triumph echoing the strength and resilience of days gone by, becomes a tribute to the ancient myth.
By ColdHardCash3 years ago in Families
Recollecting my Father in the Remainder of my Life
It has been two years since my father left us. Many a times, I woke up from my dreams, heartbroken at the memory of my father in them, his absence causing me great hurt. I've shed countless silent tears. Father, I miss you so much. I wish you could visit my dreams more.
By Jacklyn Parrish3 years ago in Families
Home is Where the Heart Is
In the bustling heart of a city, amid the cacophony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, a small, weathered building stood its ground. Its paint was worn, and its windows bore the marks of time, yet to those acquainted with it, this edifice held a significance beyond its physical appearance—it was a symbol of hope and compassion. This was Haven Homeless Shelter, a sanctuary where weary souls found respite and warmth amidst the chill of the streets.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Families
Parenting in the Digital Age
In our contemporary, fast-paced society, technology has seamlessly integrated into our daily routines, influencing various aspects of life, including familial interactions. Navigating the digital landscape presents parents with a delicate task: maintaining equilibrium between harnessing the advantages of technology and nurturing authentic human connections within their families. The ubiquity of smartphones, tablets, and social media platforms has revolutionized how families communicate, interact, and share moments together. While technology brings unparalleled convenience and avenues for learning and entertainment, it also introduces distinct challenges and pitfalls necessitating careful management and consideration.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan3 years ago in Families
Maternal Instinct
Birth alone does not a mother make. Those maternal feelings of love aren’t instantly there as we’ve seen in the movies. Weepy moms after 2 minutes of movie labor (and spritzed with pure water sweat) hugging and crying on their perfectly clean newborn were all lies. I supposed if movies depicted true births, the human race would have died off by now. After twenty-two hours of labor with no epidural, my son was born; he was cleaned by the nurses, wrapped up, and set on my stomach. I remember looking at him thinking, “So. Hello, you.” And then I told the nurse to get him off me because my stomach hurt from relentless labor.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Families
A Mother's Love
I had just flown in that morning from Washington. ~ My mother’s recovery at the nursing home was slow, but it was still progressing and her health was improving. I felt that the trip I’d planned almost a year ago to see a friend would be ok. Mom was ok with it; my brother and aunt would be able to visit each day. I was at a northeastern tribal art exhibit in Vancouver with my friend John when I got the call.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Families
