Posts Tagged ‘poverty’
The 5 Habits That Lead to Healthy Self-Esteem
Remember the children’s chant, “Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief?” It matters not whether you’re a doctor, lawyer, subordinate, or chief; there is one thing many people from all walks of life have in common: low self-esteem. It hasn’t been in short supply during 2020 either. Yet not only does low self-esteem affect the…
Read More5 Creative Solutions For The Most Common Divorced Working Mom Issues
Some of my blogs have investigated the special challenges working divorced women face. Here are 5 creative solutions for the most common divorced working mom issues. While the harrowing experience of divorce is tough on all parties involved, women face special challenges. Most divorced working moms must juggle financial constraints, parenting and childcare, relationships, and…
Read More7 Reasons Why Working Moms Have It Harder When They’re Also Divorced
Being a mom is a full-time, often thankless job. Being a working mom takes motherhood to another level. And there are reasons why working moms have it harder when they’re also divorced…reasons that earn them extra kudos and maybe even a superhero cape. According to Statista, children of divorced parents in the US overwhelmingly live…
Read More5 Heartbreaking Struggles Of A Single Divorced Working Mom
A single divorced working mom definitely faces struggles single working women without children don’t have. The break up alone was heartbreaking, but taking up the slack of even the laziest husband in terms of keeping the household running and the bills paid ads another dimension to the word “divorce.” Single divorced working moms are my…
Read MoreSciatica and C-Span
Welcome to my blog, Ground One. Ground Zero : Function: noun; Date: 1946 ~ 1: the point directly above, below, or at which a nuclear explosion occurs; 2: the center or origin of rapid, intense, or violent activity or change; 3: the very beginning . Ground One: Function: verb; Date: 2008 ~ 1: to create a new beginning…
Read MoreTwo Poems
I wrote the first poem when I was 19 and in college. I wrote the second poem when I was 21, a few weeks after I moved to Washington, D.C. Guarding We are each of us a little budEncased within our shelly pods,Waiting for our blossoms to show through,To touch.But stormy experience is such a persecutor,Teaching…
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