When you hear about people on government assistance. You might say to yourself. " Get a job"! Assuming that person must be lazy! But did you ever stop to think? That maybe there was a reason?

Your parent or grandparent has passed away and you want to know if you're mentioned in the will. Why won't the executor give you a copy? Here's why.

This is a poem I wrote about my life. At the age of 14 I was adopted out of the US foster system by a family I thought was happy, loving, and supportive just to turn around and realize that they would hurt me.

If you've tried to help an aging parent with the banking or taxes lately, you've probably been told you're not entitled to information or able to make any decisions. You thought being their next-of-kin was enough, but it's not. This article talks about why - and what to do next.

It's easy to get caught up on the things that's going on around us. In this stream you'll be able to learn how to draw back from the world and draw inwards to yourself.

Throwing a vintage wedding would be a jaw dropping time traveling event. You can pick from your favorite time frame. From the 1800s, 50s, 60s, 70,s ECT.

You're named as the executor in a will and now that the testator has passed away, you are in charge. What if you don't want to do it? Are you legally obligated? This note talks about your options.

Help yourself to as much information about estate law, wills, probate, enduring powers of attorney and other aspects of elder law as you like. Get in touch if you have a question.

You've inherited an item (or perhaps a sum of money) according to the will. But the executor is saying that your inheritance is not there to give you. Now what?

If you're out of a job and suddenly you inherit some money, that's great, right? But will you get cut off from your EI benefits if you accept the inheritance?

If you're upset, surprised, disappointed or outraged at the contents of a will that concerns you, then you might be considering contesting that will in court. Should you do it? This article examines the pros and cons.

Who doesn't think vintage fashion would be fun to wear? Despite the fears of it being outdated. I think we should bring it back because there is just something particularly special about old vintage fashion. Now tell me you don't look back at old vintage fashion? And say this must have been worn back in the days when the times were sweet. And think to yourself. I wonder how this would look on me? But yet toss it aside because it's not popular. While yet hoping someday the style would come back, and you could get away with wearing it.

If you thought a government shutdown was just “politics as usual,” think again. Behind the closed doors of Congress, 42 million Americans now sit on the edge of disaster — with November food benefits set to vanish overnight. Families from Atlanta to Detroit are being warned: the money might not come.

If I were a dragon, I wouldn't hoard gold; my hoard would be an overstuffed, slightly disorganized filing cabinet crammed with hobbies and random bits of information. This new “blogging” hobby is the metaphysical manifestation of me pulling out those papers one by one and showing them to you — whether you asked for them or not. Welcome to my first post.

It is not the end of the world. It is only redirection and just a delay. In her piece "Atlas's Daughter," she weaves a powerful narrative from the threads of a crisis of faith, a withdrawn esthetician career, and the looming weight of rent. Nguyen's work masterfully finds the sublime within the struggle, revealing how a cup of water can be an answer to a prayer and a grey hair a crown of resilience.

This essay is about the moment I ceased being recognized as a person in a medical setting, and the deeper spiritual wound of disappearing inside my own body. It explores erasure not as physical suffering, but as the quiet dismantling of identity — the uninhabiting of the self. The story lives in absence first, then traces the return of personhood through belonging and divine naming.This is a story about what it means to vanish in plain sight — and the moment God returned me to myself.

This is a short poem about the sudden revelation of my own inadequacy. It was written under the influence and extreme duress.

It occurs to me that creating content is an act of love but also hate and all the other ranges of emotional expression that encompass human emotion. Here I will attempt to detail how I feel and think about a variety of topics. Some will be political in nature others will be purely artistic and still more will just be off the cuff hot takes of current events. Some observations will be fraud with emotion others will be called and analytical or at least to the best of my ability to be so. Overall my goal is to impart color to my otherwise drab existence in ways that will be at a very at least creative.

"Physician, heal thyself." Not a doctor, don't even play one on TV. Follow me to see just how much a man can take.

Life is kicking my ass. Bills, mental health, work, and everything in between. Tune in for a bit of my scattered thoughts.