L.I.F.E Happens (Living In Formidable Existence)

   When you have worked since you were sixteen years old, on multiple occasions two jobs simultaneously, it's very difficult to sit at home and do nothing. It's just not in my DNA. Growing up, I watched my mom hustle to make ends meet and her constant resiliency when faced with adversity motivated me.       So, what do I do now that I am not working outside the home? I continue to do what I do best. I'm a publisher. I'm a human resource professional. I'm an advocate for empowering teen girls and young women. I'm a pageant Director.  I'm an editor. I am a proofreader. All of these which I enjoy. Many of these I have done without being properly compensated or compensated at all.        Going forward, I am making my services available at a nominal fee. I have provided a list below of what I have provided in the past.  Proofreading: Proofreading is the lightest form of editing. Minor errors are corrected. Minor errors include: ...

     Keith's job allowed him to work for two days from home. I had enough time accrued and took a day off after he returned to work. All the while making phone call after phone call to schools, churches, day cares, and summer programs to no avail. They didn't have any openings for her age so close to the closing of the school year and the start of summer. Thankful I didn't have to endure this process alone, but still growing hopeless.      On Thursday May 31, I text my supervisor to explain what was happening and I asked if it would be possible for me to bring Kayelle with me to work the next day because I was only scheduled to work three hours that day. As a human resource professional for the state, I still had obligations to attend to make sure people were paid on time, receiving their benefits, and completing time sensitive transactions. I received a response a few hours later giving the okay. I figured she would have to contact our HR Manager and HR ...

     The past twelve days have been the most difficult for me since the year immediately following the death of my mother, and our first major challenge since moving to Delaware from New York almost two years ago. I went through what seemed like a never-ending cycle of sadness, anger, guilt, and despair. I cried every day for the first week, and my anxiety became nearly debilitating.              I returned to work when Kayelle was nine months old and she began attending my friend's family day care. Although she wasn't talking, every day I picked her up I would ask her how was her day and I talked to her as if she was responding. I feel it's important to ask your children how their day went and attentively wait for their response. Contrary to popular belief, children have feelings too. They have good days and bad days, and just like adults they want to share and get things off their chest.            ...