“I always put myself before others.
You might think this makes me selfish. It does not. My number one priority in life is looking after number one and there’s nothing anyone can say that would make me change my mind.
I didn’t always used to put myself before others. If anyone else needed me, or even just wanted me, I’d say yes.
Until my mental health said no for me...”
Read the full story via the link in our bio and comment whether you think putting yourself first is selfish or not.
Many seniors remember some of the childhood ditties that helped mold them into upstanding citizens. For the most part, adults including parents, teachers and ministers taught these ditties. Yet, I learned some of my favorite character-building ones from peers. I recall one such ditty – a counterintuitive one – that still creates waver of joy within me whenever I explore the past.
I was a tween then – a youngster between 10 and 12 – in the 1950’s when a group of five girlfriends about my age sat with me on the front steps of the home where I lived in a poverty-stricken, gang-ridden section of North Philadelphia. As evening neared, we girls were bored, presumably having exhausted every game we knew. But the newest girl in our group taught us not merely a new game, but a bonding ditty of feigned bravado. While chanting this ditty, we six girls linked arms, puffed out our chests, and marched shoulder-to-shoulder up and down the sidewalk on my side of the block, leaving little room for passerbys and scattering like cockroaches whenever someone approached. Loudly, in unison, we chanted: “We are rough; we are tough. We are the girls who don’t take no stuff. If you don’t like us, you can smell our feet. ‘Cuz we are the girls from Berks Street.” Contrary to what appears to be merely a gang-related chant, the singing of the Rough and Tough Ditty, along with the requisite posturing and boasting, was an exercise in character development. While assuming a sense of false bravado to conquer the fear of gang intimidation – especially intimidation involving coercion to join one of the two rival girl gangs in the neighborhood, I learned the importance of courage, loyalty, cooperation and friendship. Saliently, thanks to my experience then, I also learned the value of making the right choices of choosing to chant and bond with gang-free friends rather than actually join a gang, a gang of thugs.
That’s all Folks!!! …Until next time. .
#storyoftheweek “A Character Building Ditty from the Past” by Dolores Malone | Philadelphia, PA | #girlpower#friendship#rightovermight#takecourage
From the award-winning author of Oi Cat!, Oi Dog! and Oi Frog! comes a brand new story: Oi Duck-billed Platypus!
Kes Gray's hilarious rhymes come to life with playful illustrations by @_jimfield and a rollicking read by
Buzz the Bandleader from @lahlahsbigliveband. Fun for the whole family.
To listen along, click on the link in our bio or download from our free #kinderling app! #linkinbio
"Ach, Sie haben seit der Geburt Ihres Sohnes nicht gearbeitet?" "Nee, ich habe mir vor lauter Langeweile ständig die Fußnägel lackiert..." Nach solchen Begegnungen könnte ich platzen. Ich bin wütend, verletzt, fühle mich weder wertgeschätzt noch anerkannt.
Ich bin in die klassische Frauenfalle getappt. Nach dem Erziehungsurlaub war der Job weg und ich " nur noch" Hausfrau und Mutter mit Eigenheim und Garten.
Welch ein Abstieg...!
Der Leidensdruck wurde mit dem Jahren immer größer und mein Selbstbewusstsein immer kleiner. Mein Sohn ist mittlerweile fast 16 Jahre alt.
Ich musste eine Entscheidung treffen, denn so wollte ich nicht weiterleben:
Entweder lackiere ich mir bald aus lauter Frust wirklich ständig die Nägel oder ich fange an, mich und meine Arbeit wertzuschätzen.
Ich habe mich für "oder" entschieden und ein Coaching-Termin bei Britta wahrgenommen.
Ich musste Stärken und Erfolge benennen und am Ende des Termins war eine große Flipchart-Seite voll. Es stand in Beispielen schwarz auf weiß, was ich in den letzten Jahren geleistet habe.
Mir wurde bewusst, dass das eine ganze Menge war und ich verschiedene Fähigkeiten besitze um Schwierigkeiten zu meistern. Mit dieser Erkenntnis kann ich weiterarbeiten. Die Seite durfte ich mitnehmen. Sie erinnert mich daran, dass ich stolz auf mich sein darf, wenn ich dies im Alltags-Familienwahnsinn wieder mal vergesse. "Ach, Sie haben seit der Geburt Ihres Sohnes nicht gearbeitet?"
"Doch, ich leite seit über 15 Jahren erfolgreich ein kleines Familienunternehmen😊!" ❤MY JOB....
“”I never want children, so I’d like to get a tubal ligation,” I respond.
My doctor’s eyes suddenly widen. The tapping sound stops behind him; Student Doctor is now looking at me with a poorly concealed smirk.
I make stoic eye contact with the doctor to let him know that, despite my young appearance, I am, in fact, deadly serious, and certain of my choice.”
✍🏼: @kassiklowerr 📷: @littlewomangoods
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What do you think? Should it be a woman’s choice to have her tubes tied no matter what age?
As we continue our look back at past Voices in Action events, we fondly remember Adolfo in our #StoryoftheWeek , who opened up about his immigration to the US from El Salvador, including all the trials, tribulations, and triumphs. See you at this year's Voices in Action on 9/29? Link in bio. #VIA2018
This weekend we had a roadtrip to Latvia.
In the beginning we had a wrong adress to our camping place, so we ended up in the middle of the forest near some kind of building with a guy standing in the middle, haha. It was dark so he looked a little creepy. It's good that we managed to get a coordinates of the place because my mom's phone died, but I took a picture so somehow we found it, haha.
The main reason why we were traveling to Latvia, because my mom was competing in a dog show. She won and our dog became latvian champion. So now our doggy is Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia champion, whole Baltic countries is conquered, hehee.
Although I didn't get much rest this weekend it's always awesome to travel to a new place and it's my first time in Latvia, haha.
P.S if you see an object that you never seen before you have to babyfreeze it, no excuse.
When our parents went to Atlantic City Race Track to win money for our sea shore vacations, my grandmother babysat us at the beach in Atlantic City, New Jersey. There were usually between six and a dozen of us whom she also taught to swim in the ocean between the poles which held up the board walk above us.
One day after a few hours Grandmom let my cousin Joey, who was probably just over eleven years old, take me to the boardwalk with a quarter’s worth of pennies for the race. We were to be back to the house our parents rented for dinner.
Joey explained to me that we were going down the ramp from the boardwalk to the pavement and then under the low swinging doors into the Globe Burlesque Theatre to crawl into a row of seats.
A comedian named Billy Hagan who was in the driver’s seat of a convertible was asked by the beautiful girl next to him in the brand new car if the odor she smelled was “moth balls”. Billy answered, “I don’t know. I’ve never been that close to a moth”. A few seconds later we were grabbed by guards and thrown out the door.
#storyoftheweek “The Strip Tease” by Mo McCooper | Philadelphia, PA | #ACNJ#boyswillbeboys#summertime
"Thiviya was biology student of Mulliyawalai Vithiyananda College in 2006. We were good friends. A boy-girl relationship was undoubtedly in that period. "I want to be a Doctor and I have all the qualification for it. This is my ambition brother" said by her one day when i asked about the ambition of the children.
War started. Media Reports mentioned that the A9 road will be closed soon. News about the forcible recruitment of youngsters my mother forced me to leave from Wanni. I left from Wanni to continue my higher education.
Our last meeting was took place between Saraswathi's statue and the Thema tree of Vithiyananda College.
I got off there. I returned and looked back. She was looking at the end. When I concealed from the gate, she showed her hand like my mom. What is the name of this relationship? I do not know.
The next day I left from the Wanni. I started University studies. When I arrived, the A9 was closed. In 14.08.2006 Kiphire planes attacked and more than 60 children killed in Chensolai (children orphanage) including Thiviya too, my friend said on the phone.
Horrible! That night were scattered. My room was washed by tear. I opened up the dairy. Thiviya was smiled beautifully in her signature." JERA - Freelance Journalist
It turns out that Pig isn't just the greediest pug in the world, he is also the smelliest!
Find out what happens to Pig in Aaron Blabey's latest gorgeous book, 'Pig the Grub' with LOLs aplenty for the whole family!
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We’re kicking off a new unit all about narrative techniques, and trust us: this week’s story is as unique as it gets when it comes to story-telling. What do you think of the narrator of C. Richard Byers’ story, “Squall”?
As we gear up for Voices in Action at the end of this month, we look back fondly on past galas, before Voices in Action even existed! Our #StoryoftheWeek features Verna Gillis as she makes light of her experiences with aging, being a control freak, overeating, using #marijuana , incontinence, menopause, and growing up amidst regular-old Jewish family dysfunction. Link in bio. #VIA2018
Longing to conceal those stubborn dark under eye circles? Our beauty writer Luisa Colon has most of her life.
Read her experience on finding the best new products to help her lighten up via the link in our bio 👁
I’m going to tell you the story of my birth. I was born in Upstate New York. There are two cities across a river from each other, Newburg and Beacon. My parents moved when I was due to be born. My mom thought she was having renal problems, perhaps a kidney stone, so they set out to cross the river to get medical help. It was snowy weather, when they set off on the ferry to cross the river. Surprise! While they were still on the ferry, I was born. I guess my mother passed an over-seven-pound kidney stone! So what is my birthplace? My birth certificate says “Beacon,” I say I was “born at sea.” #storyoftheweek “Born at Sea” by Marie | Philadelphia, PA | #birthday#birthstory#itsagirl
Tom and Tilly wish and wonder, will the lion come? Will he come and visit them for lots of lion fun? 🦁🦁 This week's Story of the Week is just in time for Father's Day! 'The Lion in Our Living Room' by @emma_middleton_ is a rrrrip-roaring story about dads, the kings of the living room, and the special moments families share.
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Time for another @vinculinc #storyoftheweek ! We’re wrapping up our irony unit with “Hear You Me,” a contemporary treasure by May Esdot. You’ll instantly fall in love with this entertaining story about an artist’s life in NYC!
This week was pure madness.
The start of the week began with news that I'm not gonna have my dormitory this year and I have to go out of there in 2 days. I proudly can say that my university administration is absolute crap. Anyway I don't have to sleep under the bridge with bottle of wine, because I managed to find somewhere to live for a while, but still moving all stuff was a mess.
Going further, somehow I managed to get into a bike/car accident, but I was lucky, because I reacted quickly and get away with shoulder contusion and few bruises. Though it's harder now to work, but I got away easy.
Everything is good what ends well. So, today, while I was in the bus, going home, I wrote some rhymes, sometimes It's nice to share I think. Have a nice weekend everyone, I'm going to sleep, haha.
Late night lesson! 📓 A series of anecdotes about the same character is NOT necessarily a short story.
Only when anecdotes come together to characterize a central player and move the story’s plot along toward a distinguishable final message do they constitute a true short story.
The @vinculinc #storyoftheweek is a great example of anecdotes done right, but can you think of others?
Every Thursday we thought we might share a Swedish story with you to get the weekend starting.
Let’s start with Zlatan, shall we?
Zlatan Ibrahimovich is a 195 cm tall football player, dad, husband and celebrity from Sweden with roots in Bosnia and Croatia. He grew up in the southern Swedish city of Malmö, Rosengård, and he got his first pair of football shoes at the age of five. Now, almost 33 years later, he’s only one goal away from having scored 500 goals (!) in the course of his career as one of the world’s best football players! He’s resumé is, to say the least, very impressive. He has played in not just Ajax, Juventus, Inter, Barcelona and Milan but also PSG and Manchester United. Nowadays, he’s taking USA by storm with his incredible performance in L.A Galaxy. He has indeed made a name for himself and showed the world that big dreams fit in a small country too. As he himself once so famously said: “You can take a kid away from Rosengård, but you can never take away Rosengård from a kid.”. Photo 2 credit: Joel Marklund/Bildbyrån
Photo 3 credit :SIPA Press/TT
“We all have our burdens to bear: skeletons or tender spots that hurt when they’re pressed.
They could come out of past traumas, injustices based on who we are, or even just a rough patch. Whatever the case, they happen to the best of us, because sometimes life sucks, and from time to time it’s absolutely reasonable to vent about it.
You know what makes that suck even more? Venting at people who end up turning your pain into some kind of twisted competition.
Why? Why is our pain a competition? Aren’t we going through enough without having to deal with emotional assault from fellow pain survivors? All pain is valid, all pain is worth speaking about, and all pain is worth being aired.”
Read the full story on why we shouldn’t treat pain as a competition, via the link in our bio.