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.'
Fleeing Home - Again.... Content Warning.
Today I am not going to lie about or sugarcoat how I am doing. I am doing terribly. My children and I ended up fleeing our home last night. Again. Because of a man who decided to tell me that I had no other option than that he was going to be accessing my property.
By The Schizophrenic Moma day ago in Families
The Love That Stays Off-Camera
I didn’t notice the fire until it was almost too late. It was a Tuesday in late October. Dry wind, brittle leaves, the kind of air that crackles with danger. I was inside, scrolling through bad news on my phone, when the smell hit—acrid, sharp, wrong. I ran outside just as smoke curled over the ridge behind our street.
By KAMRAN AHMAD5 days ago in Families
The Last Day of 2025. Content Warning.
2025 was an objectively hard year for me. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't extremely thrilled to be done with whatever this last year has been! It is fitting that I want to use Wednesdays to write wacky things... and the end of 2025 is on a Wednesday - as it has been one wacky year!
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 days ago in Families
The Space Between Noticing
The city woke up loudly, but Jonah always noticed the silence first. It lived in the early hours, tucked between the hum of traffic and the clatter of metal gates opening for business. It lingered in the spaces most people rushed through without a second thought. Jonah didn’t rush. He never had.
By Yasir khan9 days ago in Families
A Toast to the Timed and Tamed
It’s funny how everybody celebrates New Year’s on January 1st, like clockwork — literally. The fireworks go off, champagne pops, resolutions fly, and everyone cheers in submission, believing they’ve begun something new. But if you really think about it, nothing has shifted but the clock’s agreement. Nature doesn’t renew herself in January’s frost. The trees are bare, the ground is sleeping. We start the “new year” when life is still in hibernation — and call that progress.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.11 days ago in Families
The Letter that Silenced the Cannons
The noise that hurts Lucien was eight years old and had hazel-colored eyes. Before, he loved to run in the fields behind his house, catch grasshoppers and listen to the blackbirds singing in the early morning. Before, his dad told him stories of brave knights and his mom made apple cakes that filled the whole kitchen with their aroma.
By La P'tite Pinolaise11 days ago in Families
The Devil, the Mascot:
The devil, as most people imagine him, relies on spectacle. Fire. Brimstone. A red suit stitched together with fear and superstition. He frightens, he threatens, he tempts. He is loud. But in Gnostic thought, the devil is almost quaint—more mascot than mastermind. The real terror lies elsewhere, hidden behind systems, routines, and invisible rulers who do not need pitchforks because they already own the farm.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.13 days ago in Families
The Wish Santa Couldn't Grant
The Great Hall of Letters Far to the north of the world, where the northern lights dance in the sky like silk ribbons, stands Santa's workshop. It's an immense building of red and golden wood, whose chimneys smoke day and night, spreading into the icy air the scent of gingerbread and cinnamon.
By La P'tite Pinolaise19 days ago in Families
