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.'
Ricky The Cool Cowboy
My son Ricky grew up around horses. He’s worked with us at the ranch since he was fourteen years old. He’s an excellent rider and accompanied us for years on every trail ride and pack trip. Whenever someone needed assistance on the trail, Ricky maneuvered his horse with such skill he was at their side within seconds. It didn’t matter where we were; on the side of a mountain or in a river, nothing stood in his way when someone needed a hand.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Families
Why Everybody Is Saying Seyi Shay Is Pregnant (Photo)
If you go on any social media right now, especially Instagram or Twitter and you search the word "Seyi Shay", you will find a lot of people saying that Seyi Shay is currently pregnant and wishing her a successful birth as well as congratulating her. On Twitter, one user wrote saying:
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Families
We turn inwards
Where do we turn when the old waves of our life are forcefully coming down on us uninvited with such a blunt force that we get swept off our feet and around us the flood is pouring down touching everything in its way and the scent and colors of old self are printed in every drop, staining even more our day to day lives. When this happened to me and is still draining the life out on me I shouldn't be so surprised that the old me is coming to the surface...All the ugly, messy, and hard to understand me raised much above the good, beautiful nice me. It always finds its way if the ugly gets repeated and never gets healed and dealt with. Even more from the beginning of this year in my conversations with God, or Creator you name it I repeatedly asked to be made and turn into something new and if insisted upon it trust me something new began to take place and form.Why this now, why something new ...Well to be honest the old me was not working anymore in anyone's favor and was just constantly adding more dirt and hurt anywhere was going and touching. Never blinked when the hatred, jealousy, envy, and greed were ruling me like I was a constant damaging machine that will get all of this in every direction. And trust me no one was spared by it. It was the only way I knew to function in life by pointing in every direction when things went wrong and always seeking gratification for every little or big favor I was doing . People that got the worst of me are the ones that loved me unconditionally, I was for sure traping them in emotional turmoil and if they didn't act accordingly I will reward them with the ultimate betrayal, but in the end, we breake ourselves and loneliness get cozy in our souls because we only learn the hard way what right and wrong. Being born a narcissist at its best person never helps either. A narcissist will get the attention so craved after in a way or another, at some point it wouldn't even matter if the attention created around us is negative or positive, the bigger impact the better no matter how to us. But to the people around us that get to see the pattern we implant matters and they start to protect themself from this everlasting behavior we give them every day and it always gets broken by reality. Broken and damaged by my own doing I'm sitting numb moved by the day to day life that pushes me along with the tides, the attention I wanted now is reflected on every bad aspect and bad deed and is piercing through my soul like is meant to leave me crushed forever and for some, this is called sweet revenge but who can blame them, they reflect every action and expectation of myself. Probably will leave me wandering forever how I got so oblivious in hurting others and trying to fix some of the damage. But those living souls just got the bad taste of my sad self and carried on ..so we turn INWARDS..to start the fixing !!
By Viorela Cilean 4 years ago in Families
The Three Wishes
Terry’s favorite was always macaroni and cheese, but only the Kraft Deluxe brand with the dinosaur shapes. He could eat that golden goodness three times a day. His parents, however, felt he needed more balanced nutrition. For most other children, the introduction of new foods is slow but usually successful. Eva and Greg tried everything they could to entice him to try a carrot, but he just gave it to his brother.
By Barb Dukeman4 years ago in Families
7 Sisters
Being born in 1971 in the south side of the Bronx, in an ‘Apocalyptic atmosphere’ and landscape , I realized early on, that hell is literally ‘always around the corner’! The ‘vultures’ of my environment did not posses malevolent monikers whatsoever? They were branded fiendishl, kool names like, ‘Two Ton Leroy’, ‘T-Bone’ and ‘Slick B’ at a tender, young age. And at a juvenile age, they very much so carried around the same pain and tribulations of a much older ‘Mad Max’ of the movies, without being able to afford the freakin apocalyptic car. Most of the time, as a strangely different child, I would sit on the stairs of our meager dwelling, having in-depth conversations with those that seemingly did not exist. I would conversate for an hour or more with mother-like females, that would guide me to the stairs for private discussions. To other family members, I must have seemed ‘dumb- witted’ or insane, but not to my mother. She would encourage my ‘playtime’ with my newly found ‘invisible’ friends. She spoke not unlike an African mother, of a war-torn village, granting encouragement to a seven year old son to speak to the village elders that held a keen interest in him. But, why would a mother encourage this in the south Bronx, you ask? Why would she encourage such seemingly madness? Well, ladies and gentlemen, it began with a silver, ‘heart- shaped’ locket giving to me at birth. Now, to this day, I could not tell you for certain of whom which female elder placed this locket around my neck, but this ancestoral being most have been my mother’s grandmother? My mother held extremely high regards for this jewelry, and much more than just for it’s monetary value. She would whisper to me when we were alone that this possessed ‘the spirit of our true haven….this is our way home’. Even weirder was that I was told never to open it and read the inscription inside until my thirteenth birthday. But, just when my mother hurriedly guided me to those same stairs, after I blew out the candles of the cake and made my wish, I knew it was time for this 13 year old to read the inscription inside. I wonder if she was excited for me gaining the knowledge of the contents of the locket, or just as curious to know of the words written inside also? As I opened the sizable piece carefully, it had just a few words….’The 7 Sisters hold the key to home, 2012 marks the journey’. These words carried more weight than ‘Two Ton Tony’, for certain! Being the first generation of my family to be born in America, I typically know of my Congolese heritage and was proud of such. My grandmother was the matriarch of the family and as my father would say from time to time, “Women hold the key to the ‘tree of life’….and Africa is the root of said tree”. But, what did that mean exactly? After, much examining of my ancient culture, I found out that not long ago, the women of my heritage binded the skulls of their children. This practice predated the birth of Christ by 400 years. My grandmother was the first generation to forego the practice, yet, spoke of an intellectually, ancient African race of beings that possessed the same features at birth and the practice of binding the cranium at birth, was giving homage to the ‘creatures of life’ and that African women, the ‘cultivators of civilization’, should never forget such. We should never forget that the stars are from which they came, and the heavens are always watching! Now, that I am considered a man at 13 years of age, I must continue do more research, to know of the 7 Sisters before 2012…..wish me luck……
By Tyronn Rahda Monroe4 years ago in Families
Scarlet Macaw in The Beehive
The lights of the lighthouse were flashing. The boat knew exactly where to go, but Nature had different plans. The captain was not able to fight against the strength of the enormous waves. The boat was fairly big, yet thrown around as if it was a nutshell, so light and tiny. All the people on board tried to hide under deck, since it was becoming far too dangerous to be on deck, everybody feared they would fall into the water.
By Isabé Bach4 years ago in Families
