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Parents should know about Monthly Child Tax Credit Payments start in July
The child tax credit or CTC is a kind of tax benefit provided to parents with dependent children. Governments of various countries provide this benefit to their citizens. The tax benefit or credit usually depends on the number of children relying on a taxpayer. This benefit sometimes is also considered based on the income level of a taxpayer.
By Delhi Magazines5 years ago in Confessions
Blank Canvas 2
Thoughts racing through my mind as swifts as a breeze dancing through a field of lilies as the sun highlights the stage. I’m frozen in amazement watching the uninformed dance of flowers as is draws me closer to my scape. I close my eyes to feel the breeze run across my faces as the melody elevates the path to endless peace within every stroke of my canvas.
By chocolate Forbidden Fruit 5 years ago in Confessions
All The Selves I Would Share
*Author’s Note* The grammatical errors in this piece of writing are intentional, it reflects the speed at which thoughts whip through my mind especially when my thyroid levels are too high and I’m in a state of being hyperthyroid. It flows better if read out loud.
By Imaan W5 years ago in Confessions
My Mom Was A Makeshift Firefighter
As I’m sitting here reminiscing about these days in June. I think about some of the memories that I have in June, and one of those memories is one that I haven’t thought about extensively for a long time. When a very serious event happened in the summer of 2013.
By Samantha Parrish5 years ago in Confessions
Matter to Me
Can you see and hear clearly? I did not for 18 years of my life and the truth of it came to me slowly but surely crushed my sense of self. Although, I was lucky to be alive and even far from living. I am grateful for the struggles of my past because they left me empty and open to change. At this point, I knew I wasn’t the only one suffering, but I desperately wanted to be okay. I started to lose control of my two-faced secrets and image management. My college experience was disastrous and that meant a lot to someone like me. I realized that I really needed to transfigure my ugly insides that were seeping out into the world. A little bit of willingness and a whole lot of brokenness motivated me to spend more energy to become self-aware and do things differently. I fought 15 years through the symptoms and stigma of mental illness before I gave up my way of life. I was a worker, a student, a daughter, and a friend that desperately needed help. My environment didn’t show me support, but that’s okay because I became stronger and more confident from practicing bravery. I handled it with my best shot at love and light, and I feel more than okay now. I never want anyone to feel as alone and misunderstood as I did. Everyone could use a helping hand, so I’m working to create a site that is exactly that and then some.
By Juliette Garcia5 years ago in Confessions
Lover’s Lips
Lovers Lips The sounds from a lover’s lips wept with tragedy run dry. They are longing to be loved again. Can anyone feel their pain? Sleepless nights a lover’s quarrel carried upon them a near ending of one's attempts living in a Petri dish size world, trying to break free of this ever so filled make believe mimes box.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Confessions
The lost locket of Eden
Lost Locket of Eden Unwillingly I said goodbye to him as he rushed out the door again, my intuition reminding me yet again that I was only being used as a stepping stone, a means to an end. I know he will never love me the way I love him, but during this nightmare amongst us those who are remaining cling to any bit of love, friendship or vice that keeps us just that little bit sane while feeding us hope at the same time. Even the strongest are hanging on by a thread. There are not many of us left here in my home town, having connection is difficult as it feels like we are all in a race against time with each other. I've stopped keeping track of what level I am on now. It was a couple months ago when i unlocked my first set of abilities, I keep that information to myself till I completely understand how I am supposed to be using them and why. Another factor is if your doing well and having successful missions and wins it makes you an easy target around here.
By Alyssa Sullivan5 years ago in Confessions
Vocal I Tip My Hat to You Even as I Burn in Rage at You
I have to give credit where credit is due. After three of my first six submissions were rejected for content related reasons, two for "religious content" and one for "graphic material content" at least the crew at Vocal media have the stones to publish my reworked pieces in which I was more than a bit critical of these ridiculous, arbitrary, and totally not possible to enforce fairly policies. I guess these "rules" are supposed to be in place to prevent the publication of "controversial" content which might offend the fair and tender youth who frequent this very popular (lol!) new media website. They are well known to wither and faint at the very thought of a graphic description of oral sex or the dropping of a non redacted F-bomb. And heaven forbid (oops, religious content) any discussion of religion might be forced upon their agnostic and atheistic impressionable minds. What would their friends and family think if they knew their own pals and sons and daughters were accidentally exposing themselves to religious content. The horror! The fact that I, possibly one of the least religious people on the planet, had not one but two stories rejected for religious content, is irony of the highest order. So ironic in fact that the very definition of irony itself might have to be adjusted and expanded to account for it. Perhaps even a new word is in order. How about ultrirony (short for ultra-irony). I like it, I like it a lot. It certainly was an ultrirony in addition to being ultrididuclous, ulttridumb and ultratarded. I cannot believe that in this day an age a corporation with any sense, and any sort of competent legal team, would believe they could actually get away with something like this. We are talking about old school, old fashioned, classical censorship right out of George Orwell. If it wasn't so sinister I would laugh at how unbelievably insane it is. Crazy indeed. And don't even get me started on the 600+ word count minimum. What the frack is that all about? Gheesh. Right now I am really wishing Medium would not have suspended my account. For the second time. Buttfaces. lol!
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
Becoming an American
I am celebrating my birthday today and I have now lived in the US more than I lived in my native country, Egypt. I am proud of being a naturalized American citizen but my journey of becoming integrated in the American society was not an easy one.
By Asiya5 years ago in Confessions
