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.'
Thanksgiving weekend
Thanksgiving weekend, three sisters with their kids and husbands head out of town . They rented a beautiful farm house for the festivities And have all the food needed for an amazing feast. Once they arrive , they pass through a small town .All the streets are decorated as if they were in a hallmark movie. The pumpkins , sunflower bouquets and a beautiful smell of fresh baked apple pie filled the streets .They pull up to the house and it’s breath taking , the beautiful maple trees dressed in their best fall colours are dancing in the light crisp autumn wind. The men unpack the car whilst the kids are playing in the leafs , the sisters head into the house and crack open a bottle of wine . They prepare the turkey and stuffing and put it in the oven and start the timer . Sitting on the porch swing, the sisters admire their kids and husbands in a distance playing and laughing . They decide to visit a pumpkin patch nearby and grab a couple for the kids to carve . Once they finish the carving they put little lights inside the pumpkins that will light up once the sun goes down .
By Tiffany Barba4 years ago in Families
Storytime: The Day We Realized Our Housegirl Was Mami Water.
This all happened when I was around 11/12 years old. My mother had just given birth to my little sister Anointing. She didn’t have the same energy to deal with all the stress of a new baby the way she did with me and even though Anointing was a rather quiet and peaceful child, my mother was still struggling so she needed help.
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Families
A letter to Mom
Mother hen and baby chick Short story by Perry F. There was once a mother hen who was all white. Her mouth and her crown were red and her voice was strong and smooth. She lived in a shed near a small lake. She liked to make funny sounds with her mouth and fuddle around in the grass. One day, she laid some eggs, and they were fertile. There were 11 eggs in total and she took great care of them. She stopped playing with the frogs and whispering to the clouds and spent all day sitting on her eggs, making sure they were warm and protected. She sang to them songs that she remembered her own mother singing to her, when she was still a thumping heartbeat inside an egg, learning what it meant to be alive. When it was time for the eggs to hatch, she made a small opening on each of the eggs with her beak and watched as each of her chicks found their way out. Some came out instantly and were full of sunshine. Some were more hesitant and a little bit afraid. They were all beautiful. She gathered them all around her and spread her wings wide so that every bit of them felt warm and safe. She vowed to herself to be the best mother hen she had ever seen and care for them with all of her heart. And she did just that. Every morning she would wake up excited to feed and nurture them, and every night she would go to sleep happy to have spent another day with them. When they grew older and stronger, she taught them how to dig for worms, how to clean their plumes, and how to stay warm in winter. She also taught them how to sing and play. They were happy chicks who spent many hours running in the sun and frolicking in the water.
By perry fogel4 years ago in Families
Shadows In The Hall
Chapter 5 Shadows: with great love comes great pain: Part 2 Becoming a House Parent Because of this great job, I was able to truly feel like a mom. I was spending precious time with my own children I didn’t have so available when I was working as Nurse. I didn’t have to leave any of them and be gone all day or sometimes all night, be called in on my day off because we were short staffed, stay over 16 hours for the same reason, work on holidays or choose which holiday I wanted off and hope I was able to get it, I didn’t have to wear a uniform or have special equipment like my stethoscope, drive my car every day, just to go to the store or appointments and I was getting to cook all the time, I loved that a lot! It was worth it to me to take a lesser paying job with all these precious benefits.
By Linda Pavlos4 years ago in Families
Vaccine, No Thank You!
Information is creeping out about vaccines that many of us have taken beginning in childhood. As parents, we have tried to safeguard our children with the same vaccinates so they can attend public school. Pediatricians advise that children need to be vaccinated to protect against chickenpox (varicella), diphtheria, tetanus, and pertussis (DTaP), hepatitis A (HepA), hepatitis B (HepB), hib, human papillomavirus (HPV), influenza, measles, mumps, and rubella (MMR), meningococcal, pneumococcal (PCV), polio (IPV), and rotavirus. As I agree with some of these but live in doubt on many of them. We are all aware that immunizations may have side effects such as a sore injection site, mild fever, and possible rash. The recommendation is to administer Tylenol after an injection to combat these effects. As a parent, we strive to do what is best for our children and protect them from every harm that may come of them. The reality is that information is surfacing that immunizations and vaccines may cause more harm than do us good. The CDC advises that every child should be vaccinated, however, the same CDC is currently announcing false COVID-19 numbers. How do we make the best decisions if the information we are receiving are falsehoods? Hours of independent research of reliable sources other than what we normally see in the media will serve us best.
By Heather Cash4 years ago in Families
Into The History Of A Family Mystery
Part 1 The appearance I’m in somewhere dark, blindfolded, and I’m strapped to a chair. I try to move and feel my hands and feet are tied together. I’m scrambling thoughts together as to where I could be, what’s about to happen and why am I here. I begin to take deep breaths and count “1…2…3…” after that I’m thinking “Okay my sense of smell works let me try to get clues from what I can smell.” I take in a scent of repulsive garbage, I can smell seaweed, I can smell gasoline… “This must be a dump by some water…maybe I’m outside the city.” I thought. I could hear the water, I could hear the noises of birds, I could hear what sounded like distant city noise or a nearby concert. I couldn’t remember anything about last night clearly, my head hurt, my neck had a burning sensation, and again I tried to muster up a scream, a sound, anything. I got nothing.
By Imani Cunningham4 years ago in Families
The Dead-end Town
The smell of freshly mowed lawn and heat, pure heat overwhelm my senses as I walk down this street in the town that made me. The sun setting sets a orangish glow to the buildings that frame this dead street in this dead end town that I left oh so many years ago. I had promised myself I would never return and yet here I am going back on my meaningless words. I never thought he’d die.
By Arianna Nyswonger4 years ago in Families
How India Is Co-Opting Individualism With Collectivism?
Growing up in an Indian family, you usually get accustomed to hearing from your parents and grandparents how they once lived in a joint family (some of you might still be living in it). You get ‘advised’ by your parents on the stream you should choose in senior school, college entrances you ought to give, and even whom you should marry (no value judgments about that).
By The Rashtra4 years ago in Families
The Buddy System
Fish was aware of blue water shimmering and dancing: it seemed all around her as she began her approach. One-two-three-and-hurdle. The springboard gave way beneath her and then she was airborne. At the top of her lift, she hung in the air for just a moment before beginning her downward flight – for just long enough to see them sitting in the stands, side by side, looking up at her.
By Roberta Carly Redford4 years ago in Families