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.'
Naughty Nun
Liza: The sound of my alarm brings me out of my amazing dream yet again to do the same thing today as every day. Wake up, shower, then pray, and breakfast. Cleaning the chapel before children came in for prayer, worship, and beading time (that's not too bad).
By Habby Grac5 years ago in Families
The Meeting
It was a cool autumn day in October. The leaves had begun changing and falling as Halloween neared. Angela Burrows had worked the night shift at the diner down the street from her home and was ready to sleep the rest of the day away. Most people saw it as a waste of a perfect day, but not Angela. She hadn't enjoyed the warm kiss of the sunshine or the sounds of a busy afternoon freeway in a few years. To her, the best time to be awake was late in the evening when the sun had set and everyone was comfortably sleeping in their homes. Time always seemed to move more slowly when the sun was down and it gave her time alone with her thoughts.
By Chasity Wilson5 years ago in Families
SURPRISE
It's the end of June 2006, I find myself flying into Chicago, Ill. In route to a very small town in Wisconsin 3 hours north to Princeton, Wisconsin to be exact. There's a celebration and if I know my older sister, it's going to be huge~ it always is. And this means her baby will be off on her own, college life, my Goddaughter & niece MJ~ "Magpie" has graduated High School and this will come as some surprise as I love surprising people, it does make life much more interesting.
By dees Hintz5 years ago in Families
Learning from Life, Part 1. Background.
Life for me has always felt more like a burden than a blessing, my family believes in curses, we believe that the actions our ancestors chose fell upon us in our lifetime. My family believes I am cursed, destined for a life of pain, of anger, and of heartbreak. I believe all it takes to break it, is to break the cycle.
By Victoria Bryan5 years ago in Families
Peapod
One day when I was washing up in the kitchen I noticed that the bin was full. After I had dried my hands I pulled the black sack out of the bin and tied the top in a knot just loose enough for me to be able to hook my fingers through to carry it. Pulling the front door closed behind me I made my way to the outside bin area. I lifted the big communal bin lid with my left hand and was about to swing the bin bag into it with my right hand when something furry and thin wrapped around my right wrist. I jumped back, letting go of the bin lid which slammed open backwards on its hinge. I also dropped the bin bag. Whatever had gripped my wrist slithered out of the bin bag and was still hanging there. I looked at it with horror and tried to shake it off but its grip was iron tight. It didn’t have a body as such, just a long, grey, furry ‘pea-pod’ with these thin but strong tendrils curling about around it.
By Julie Murrow5 years ago in Families
Speak now, or Forever Hold your Peace!
A young lady moved into her own apartment at 13, paid her own rent and went to school while caring for a sibling. She lived very discreetly so as to not bring unnecessary attention to her life. Her mother thought it would be best if she moved back home since she could pay her own rent.
By Aries Prestige5 years ago in Families
The ties that bind
My grandad was the apple of my eye. He spoiled me, I wasn't his only grandchild but I sure was his favorite. He took me everywhere with him, fishing, golfing, you name it I was Granddaddy's baby and whatever I wanted I got. But my grandmother on the other hand couldn't stand me and I always figured it was because her and my mother could never get along and I reminded her of her. She was cold towards me. She never hugged me, she forced a smile whenever I came over and tensed up whenever I hugged her. I loved her but felt she never loved me. My mom would always say "Oh she's just old and mean baby" so I took it as that. A few months ago my granddaddy died. I took it really hard and after my grandmother became even more cold. I went to see her one day and finally asked her why she didn't love me like she loved her other grandkids. Her reply was "I hate your father for what he did to your mother and I hate your mother for having you!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Crying and full of hurt I left. The next time I saw my grandmother was at the reading of my grandfathers will. The lawyer read " I Randy Lawson leave all of my worldly possessions, money, and land to my beautiful baby girl, my daughter Leah Lawson...What was I hearing??! MY name is Leah Lawson...
By NyQuisha Randle 5 years ago in Families
Netflix Can Be Dangerous for Kids - Here is how
I started watching Mad Men on Netflix, being a social smoker, I don’t keep cigarettes with me, so I borrowed a few from my roommate. Next morning I was buying groceries when my eye caught the attention of the cigarette section behind the counter. It instantly reminded me of Don Draper smoke so much and so elegantly, without thinking I purchased the packet. Lighting up the cigarette I felt like Draper, successful, smart and rich. And I’m an adult, almost 10 years over the smoking age limit but the way Draper smokes got me hooked. Watching the series I had started chain smoking without even realizing what I was doing.
By Abbey Wackrow5 years ago in Families
She's Just a Girl
“I’m sorry, mom”, these words seem to come out often. I don’t know if it was me being a horrible daughter, or her wanting someone perfect. I was a first-born, and it has been hard. I have three younger brothers, and they seem perfect enough for her. Nothing i did was ever good enough, or up to her standards. I had good grades, I was smart. I did everything she asked. I was polite, unlike my brothers, "please" and "thank you" were a huge part of my vocabulary. I never spoke out of respect. I just never understood. My brothers were rude to everyone, did what they wanted, maybe...just maybe if I was more like them, she would like me.
By Paula Horgash5 years ago in Families
The Maiden Voyage
You’ve gotta be careful. My mother says there are a lot of ways to make someone come out a Bad Egg. For example: giving birth on a bed. You have to be squatting, she says. And the head has to come out first. Josef Mengele was born feet first and instead of pushing him around the other way they just yanked him out by his feet, which made him have a deformed arm and then he became a Nazi. That’s what my mother says. Now that I am having a baby I am very grateful to have my mother around again. She has had six other babies not including me so she knows what to do. She helps all of the other women in the house with their deliveries. Sometimes I get to help too. I get to stand by the women while they are in labor. I wipe their foreheads with hot towels and hold their hands when the contractions come. Some of these women have quite a grip, my mother says. You’ve gotta be careful. They can almost break a finger. Today I learned to cut the umbilical cord. Today is when my baby brother was born. I used a pair of shiny silver scissors bigger than both of my hands.
By Leah Folpe5 years ago in Families
