Hello all. I hope this post finds you well. It’s been a very, very long time. I’ve missed you.
Now that I have more time to blog, I’ve got some new goodies for you all to enjoy:
New packages to post from my last year in school
Links to a couple shows I anchored for Good Day DePaul
Some context on the articles I’ve posted to my Print/Online tab
More thoughts I’ve been wanting to explore recently
A resume reel? Yes? I hope so.
I’ll get these up asap. Happy reading!
P.S. This guy might be the reason why I’ve been slacking on the blog work – and my web producing job at FOX Chicago News. Per-Diem isn’t so bad when you’re working almost every day! Thank God for the opportunities to work… Oh so happy lately 🙂
“They come here to learn, and they come here to make friends.”
The Pui Tak Center, located in Chicago’s historic Chinatown neighborhood, answers this call, according to Transition Services Coordinator Sandy Louie. The Chinese Christian Union Church founded this community center, and it is located one block south of Pui Tak, on Wentworth Avenue.
Nearly 800 students from 16-80 years old, attend classes to their assimilation process, free of charge. State and federal grants fund these classes.
You can blame the film industry for portaying young women as sex objects…or you can blame yourself. Especially if you are a parent of that sex object.
Parents must be more engaged in raising their sons and daughters. The public can place blame on film and television all they want for portrayals of the female form, and its effect on the self-image these young women create as a result of being exposed to the media. But if parents raise their daughters to be confident in themselves, to be skeptical of popular culture, and to take only what makes them stronger and better from what they watch, young women would be much better off in today’s society.
I was asked to write about myself. This is what came out. I hope I can keep you reading until the end. 🙂
I’ve been telling stories for as long as I can remember. But they were always other people’s stories, never my own. There is a certain satisfaction that comes along with sharing the most interesting snippets of life with another, especially with someone who otherwise would have never heard them.