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I am a single mom of two girls and we reside in Portage Indiana. After the birth of my youngest daughter, I was afflicted with an unknown condition that left me paralyzed from the waist down. As a result, I went from being financially stable, to become dependent

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 26 of 828

Did you see the man standing in the middle of the street? The one with the sign. It says "Will Work for Food" I barely caught a glimpse if him as I drove right by. I pass by him often, not really giving much thought. Car after car passes by also. I'm thankful for what little I've got. Yet, I still do wonder about that man st...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 45 of 562

WHEN GRANDPA GOES TO HEAVEN (Written to my girl about their grandpa, (my dad)who has end-stage Alzheimer's Disease) When grandpa goes to heaven I want you to know it is okay to cry Try to think of him as your angel watching over you in the sky When grandpa goes to heaven It's okay to say goodbye Think of him as we always do ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reunited: 3 of 28

Years ago I met him He said "Would you like to dance" He extended his hand, I looked up if only just a glance As we danced I felt my feet lift off the ground Despite the band playing, I didn't hear a sound "I'm flying" I thought as we looked into his eyes. I was already in love, yes, I believe it was at first sight Holding h...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Struggles in life: 38 of 258

As a disabled single mom of two girls, Megan became accustomed to budgeting down to the last cent. Being on food stamps becomes a month to month struggle for even the most basic of needs. July 23rd. Megan takes a look in her cupboards to discover that she has 5 cans of vegetables and 2 boxes of macaroni and cheese. She looks...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 82 of 492

I stand in the same spot As you used to do Here at lot 70 I pray often for you The tears I cannot stop as I remember you here Praying to your wife and like me, you also shed a tear The mound of soil cannot bury the truth Here at lot 70, is where I now visit you It's been a long time ago since we took those rides to here On m...
Politics, News & Issues > Political & Economic Theory People should not be dependent on welfare: 9 of 44

When I was younger I thought of welfare, and I immediately conjured up images of dirty sloppy people standing in lines waiting for their monthly allotment of food stamps and money. I thought of these people as lazy, uneducated, and their situations being a result of their own poor choices. I was wrong. I had a good job, with...
Relationships & Family > Crisis Support (Other) Which is the best option: Abortion or adoption: 5 of 20

I do not believe abortion should be legalized under any circumstances unless the health of the mother is at stake. While this is a harsh point to make, especially if a rape was committed, the idea of terminating a pregnancy does not give the child the opportunity to live and thrive. The child can be offered for adoption. The...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death: 15 of 51

Why Was I Born? Strength in Virginia's Words (BACKGROUND ON THIS ESSAY) Virginia is my mom's sister, who died from ovarian cancer at the age of 22, in 1951, when having cancer was a guaranteed death sentence. She handled her illness with a level of dignity and grace that I wish I had. This passage was written by ...
Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Living with a stigma in society: 9 of 27

Being a disabled single parent living (existing) on food stamps has dealt me and countless others who rely on this federal program as being stigmatized for using a plastic card to buy food. It has been my observation that a large proportion of society attaches a stigma to anyone who uses the food stamp program. I've been inv...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Rain: 1 of 3

There is something about thunderstorms that just makes me want to watch in awe. The lightening. The thunder. There is just something magical about nature sometimes. She can be beautiful while being dangerous, mysterious, and yet so timid. I would much rather prefer to sleep to the sound of the rain falling, with perhaps just...