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.'
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 Mom28 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 khanabout a month 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.about a month 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 Pinolaiseabout a month 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.about a month 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 Pinolaiseabout a month ago in Families
The Battle of the Light Snowflakes
The Angry Sky Very far away, where the wind sings icy lullabies and where the northern lights dance every night, lies the North Pole. It is an extraordinary place, where snowmen tell stories and where the magic of Christmas is born.
By La P'tite Pinolaiseabout a month ago in Families
The Day Begins Here
The Day Begins Here The quiet never lasts long here. It never does. I hear it before I see him — the soft scuff of small feet on the passage floor, the pause outside the kitchen like someone deciding whether the day is allowed to begin yet. Leo appears in the doorway, hair flattened on one side, eyes only half open. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at me, as if confirming I’m still here.
By L C Salterabout a month ago in Families
