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.'
Living His Dream (Being An Advocate for Change like Martin L. King Jr.)
“I refuse to accept the view that mankind s so bound to the starless midnight of racism and war, that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word”[Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.]
By Andrew Little4 years ago in Families
My Dead Dad and I Talk Technology
I really ought to be able to explain this better. I used to be an engineer for chrissakes. But that was a long time ago. Since then, I migrated to computer programming. Now I’m no longer in the technology field at all. I’m a massage therapist.
By Shawn Ingram4 years ago in Families
"Brutus The Brute:"
I have a clear memory of my childhood pet that will stay with me always, etched on my heart, and forever endearing me to dogs, especially certain empathetic breeds. But, this particular day is even more memorable than the night he first arrived in our home and scared the bejeesus out of my little sister, me, and even my mom. All we noticed were his large size, sharp teeth, and ferocious bark; It was far too soon for us to know his golden heart, unbreakable loyalty, and gentle nature. Of course, had we bothered to notice his tail wagging the entire first meeting, we may have gleaned that we were safe with this stranger-canine, as my father continued to insist. But, instead, all we saw was danger when we looked at this dog, and hearing his name, Brutus, did not help matters one bit. My mother waited in the hallway, admonishing, “John, John,” as Dad fed “Brutus the Brute,” and my sister and I stood on our orange and yellow kitchen dinette, shrieking. But, that was the beginning, before we got to be such good friends.
By Mary Jo Fortes4 years ago in Families
Maximus
It was roughly 4:00 am mid December in 2017 when my husband decided it was a good idea to abruptly wake me from my peaceful slumber. Why did he wake me from my peaceful slumber you ask??? Well of course it was to get permission to purchase this adorable puppy he had seen advertised on-line. Keep in mind my husband works out of town Monday to Friday and I am a working mother with three children. A puppy!! How much additional work could it possibly be??? insert eye rolls and OMG's. We had this tiny little gray pup delivered to our home and I of course instantly fell in love with this tiny being. We as a family named him Maximus and to most, he is known as Max. Having a young pup as most seasoned dog owners know, is the equivalent of taking care of a newborn child. Eat, poop and sleep. I being the person that I am stepped up and gracefully accepted this challenge. Now by gracefully I mean I drank an insane amount of coffee, fell asleep next to the dog bed multiple times during nightly puppy duty and with minor hiccups, mastered the art of puppy potty training. Max began to physically grow and with that came the growth of his gigantic personality. He is extremely social, excessively affectionate, sensitive, goofy and above all his love knows no bounds. As a parent I have love for my children that goes beyond any form of comprehension or explanation. Maximus is truly an extension of my love and I can wholeheartedly say he has saved me. It was very easy to lose who I am, the mother, the wife, the daughter, the sister, but who am I? I give all of my being to my children and my family and unfortunately the self love cup by the end of the day is empty. Max doesn't care if I have the house spotless (lets call it how it is, as mothers we are judged on how capable we are as mothers based on our homes cleanliness), or that I am not at the gym five day's a week (hikes with max are way better anyways) or that I ate three slices of pizza for breakfast (I needed to share a few bites). He honestly casts no judgment my way, instead comes tip-toeing in to my bed each night to snuggle as close as physically possible to me. I give all that I have daily and each and every day he replenishes my cup. My children are getting older and individually finding their independence which means they no longer rely on me for every single thing and this again leaves me questioning who I am if not the busy mom. Maximus is extremely social and with that amazing quality finds us making new friends, meeting new people (and of course doggos) and constantly having new adventures. He is excessively affectionate and that is no understatement, he is currently laying on me as I type. He is sensitive, gentle and a down right goofball who is known by everyone for the big lovey dovey dope that he is. The devotion and endearment is hands down the best qualities of having a dog as a companion. They love with no limits and they love you with their entire being from the moment they are your's until their very last breath. One of my greatest life's adventures is not only being able to watch him grow along side my children but to have him help me to grow to love myself again.
By S . Levesque4 years ago in Families
Thank You
Dear Mum, How are you? Is the weather warm where you are? Have you and dad been happy? I do miss you. We’ve always been more like sisters than mother and daughter. Do you remember the time we wore the same dresses? Blue for you, purple for me, at that conference. We were like twins, only you were prettier and taller (without the heels!). We did turn heads ha ha ha. You had the red bike and I had the blue one, and you were always a more confident rider than me. We spent so much time together when dad ‘left’. We were always there for each other.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 years ago in Families
Daughter
chile will you just sit still… it’s late and I want to get done. THAT was the last I can remember of her. She was beautiful that night, as I see her when I shut my eyes, I can see her clear as day. My grandmother, the patriarch of the family. Her long black and silver hair, thick coke bottle glasses, tan skin, and her warm touch as she brushed my hair for school. We would sit in the living room of our small cottage like home fire blazing to keep us warm. I sat on the wood floor with the quilt she made to cover my legs and body moving every time she snagged my hair. She braided each side with grace explaining to me that the braid was more than a braid. The braids represents our worries, fears and stress. She would say to keep my hair in this briad so as to be free of the things that most people can’t get free from. This time would be the last braid she would ever do for me. I woke up cold and knowing something wasn’t right. The house dark smelling of burnt wood and my grandmother still lying in the same place I left her when told to go to bed. I called to her with no answer. Grandmother it’s cold you need to go to bed. I touch her hand still warm but no breath and just like that she was gone.
By Athena Morin4 years ago in Families
