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understanding of cultural diversity issues.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017 to Friday, February 10, 2017
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Question: “To what extent do my beliefs, prejudices or biases influence my thinking in terms of providing service in my profession or work?” I would say that my beliefs, prejudices, or biases have no influence in providing services in my work. I work in a hospital as a imaging assistant so, i see a lot of diversity and different beliefs. No matter what i will always give good quality care to patients, just like anyone deserves. Some examples from the quiz are: Question 10: if a family member speaks English as well as the patient&rsq ...continued...
- By: katie ostrowski
- Friday, January 27, 2017, 11:51:00 AM
- updated: Friday, February 10, 2017 2:58:00 PM
The Blaggard
Saturday, July 26, 2014 to Tuesday, August 05, 2014
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Synopsis: A brief but instructive tale on behavior and morality, dear reader. This is a cautionary story for our modern times as we step gently into the 20th century, from July 1901 to August 1902. Karl Krentz rolled the Havana cigar in his mouth with the tip of his thumb and index finger of his right hand, while his left hand methodically opened and closed behind his back. He surveyed the broad expanse of beach below from the high grassy knoll. To his left were the flashing white cliffs that he had always found so compelling. Krentz, at the moment, felt quite pleased with his place ...continued...
- By: walter winch
- Tuesday, August 05, 2014, 7:03:00 PM
- updated: Tuesday, August 05, 2014 9:05:00 PM
Chapter One
Monday, October 27, 2014 to Thursday, November 06, 2014
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Prologue: She could’ve asked him what he was doing. Where he was going. But she wasn’t stupid. Through glazed eyes, she watched from the doorway while Aaron tossed clothes into the open suitcase in the middle of the sagging bed. His face was hard, his jaw set. Though an icy silence hung between them, Mandi sensed that hot rage simmered just below the surface. And that it could erupt her direction at any moment. But he didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her. Why should he? What was there to say? There’d been ...continued...
- By: Darlene Deluca
- Thursday, November 06, 2014, 8:02:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, April 29, 2015 9:11:00 PM
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Something Good
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The Problem with America is....
Tuesday, January 05, 2016 to Friday, January 15, 2016
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Once again it's “Deja vu all over again.” Never ending white entitlement, delusional history and the usual threats of violence are now playing out at the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge in Eastern Oregon, one of the more important bird and wildlife sanctuaries in the country and located in an isolated corner of Oregon. Malheur is being occupied by a handful of white (Christian?) terrorists with the apparent and enthusiastic support of ISIS no less. The Refuge, however, happens to belong to all the people of the United States. But like a shopworn moral ...continued...
- By: walter winch
- Monday, August 04, 2014, 6:05:00 PM
- updated: Friday, January 15, 2016 11:32:00 AM
The Nightmare
Friday, October 01, 2004 to Tuesday, September 30, 2014
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~As he made his way down Columbus Avenue in the city of Middleton, Dr. Jameson was sure she was following him, hiding in the shadows, waiting patiently before making her move. The restaurant, his destination, wasn’t much further. Dr. Jameson wondered if maybe he should have phoned for that taxi, but it was a warm September evening and the walk would do him good. He could turn back; he was only a block from home, but he pressed on despite his uneasy feeling. The disturbing quiet of a usually busy city rattled him. It was as though he was the last survivor on the planet. A noise s ...continued...
- By: Vicki Zell
- Monday, October 27, 2014, 11:15:00 AM
- updated: Monday, October 27, 2014 11:21:00 AM
Sleeping on a Coffin
Wednesday, January 01, 1941 to Tuesday, January 01, 1946
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One day in 41, Pop & Mom bought a house at 683 W 11th which would be my home for the next 15 years. How they moved, I have no idea but I think I was in school at the time and was told to come to the new house when I got through with school. This house had more memories for me than Mt Pleasant and it had 4 bedrooms, but with Pop & Mom in one, girls in another and Bill alone in the small baby one, that left 5 of us sleeping somewhere, and I can't recall, but who cared. Later on, I had my own sleeping area - Mom had a big chest that she kept extra blankets etc. ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Thursday, November 17, 2011, 10:23:00 AM
- updated: Thursday, November 17, 2011 12:24:00 PM
Ring Down the Bottom of a Kinbow
Sunday, January 01, 1939 to Saturday, June 01, 1957
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Preface This family story was written by my late wife Sharla Kay about my Grandma Hattie who lived in the Southern Ozark hill country in the community of Flat Rock located 12 miles east of Summersville, Missouri. Grandma Hattie raised 13 children, twelve girls and one boy, who provided her with 42 grandchildren. A highlight of her grandchildren's visit to Grandma’s house was listening to her relate hill country stories and sing a country ditty about “Ring Down the Bottom of a Kinbow.” <p ...continued...
- By: Dwain Stoops
- Saturday, December 17, 2011, 7:00:00 AM
- updated: Friday, May 04, 2012 5:40:00 PM
flying the coup1
Sunday, June 23, 2002 to Monday, December 31, 2012
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As dad reversed mom came flying down wit a bag of snacks for the road. She gave it to me; we said our goodbyes and the journey began. A journey started with fear uncertainty and indecision How rude of me I didn’t introduce myself I’m Yasmin recently turned eighteen and right now on my way to my probable school of higher lea ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Sunday, August 05, 2012, 9:08:00 AM
- updated: Sunday, August 05, 2012 10:45:00 AM
Six Tips for Surviving the Holiday Season When a Loved One Has Dementia
Thursday, November 12, 2015 to Sunday, November 22, 2015
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Six Tips for Surviving the Holiday Season When a Loved One Has Dementia Normally, Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday, a time our family gathered together at my Kansas City home. But that November, my stomach clenched at the thought of our traditional Thursday evening meal. My mother had Alzheimer’s and the holiday would be different. I felt alone but of course I wasn’t: there were 15 million family/friend caregivers helping the five million Americans who have dementia. I’d been through my initial storm of denial and grief. I felt I’d been coping we ...continued...
- By: Deborah Shouse
- Sunday, November 15, 2015, 6:22:00 PM
- updated: Sunday, November 22, 2015 9:41:00 AM
Self-Assessment of Understanding of Cultural Diversity Issues”
Sunday, January 15, 2017 to Wednesday, January 25, 2017
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- By: Key Burns
- Wednesday, January 25, 2017, 1:47:00 PM
- updated: Wednesday, January 25, 2017 1:54:00 PM
Walk The Past Years And Years To Come...
Wednesday, June 17, 1970 to Wednesday, December 17, 1980
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I always think about my past, and what my past brought me that woud trap me up inside, surround and remind me of fear, disappointments, and hopelessness. Once it would help me with struggles so many things I done. Like the song said to me, “There’s always tomorrow..,” but the past was monopolizing my present today. So what do I do with all that baggage inside of me? How did I sort it all out? I know that my troubles and lack of resolution with my past affects important relationships. The peopl ...continued...
- By: Joseph J. Pacheco
- Wednesday, April 18, 2012, 10:35:00 PM
- updated: Friday, May 17, 2013 11:42:00 PM
First Meet
Friday, February 10, 2017 to Tuesday, February 28, 2017
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It was started in the birthday of my cousin his friend in "pisonet"... I never thought he will be part of my life... We drink until morning, His close friend one of my cousin also introduce him to me... I just smile at him and I just said nice meeting... And to be corrected no sparks on that time... He thinks at first that i have a crush on him but sorry I'm not easy to get... After those drinks we meet in our brgy agan but we dont talk I just look at him he look at me also... then time gose by thesame area again... My cousin his bestfriend starts to make an issue betwe ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Saturday, January 06, 2018, 11:49:00 AM
- updated: Friday, January 12, 2018 7:24:00 PM
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First meet
Start in the name of Beer
Ariana by the Sea
Wednesday, November 26, 2014 to Saturday, December 06, 2014
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Ariana felt the warm sand sliding between her toes, heard the distant crash of the water smashing on promontory rocks. Not for her the water's edge. The vastness of the ocean was a strange and fearful thing, and creatures lurked beneath it; she'd heard the sailors' tales when she worked the tavern houses and inns, and did not wish to find herself bewitched beneath the waves. And yet, her eyes kept straying there. So beautiful and savage was the sea. Swirling and surging now with a contained rage, blue and green and gray by turns, and powerful, flecked with the gold of a high mor ...continued...
- By: Alfred Smith
- Saturday, December 06, 2014, 6:32:00 PM
- updated: Saturday, December 06, 2014 6:56:00 PM
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woman by the sea
Ariana
Slice of Memory
Friday, August 16, 2013
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I have commitment and relationship problems because when I was little my parents would make fun of me for liking boys and say I was too young to like anyone. As I grew older the thoughts scarred my mind and now at 20 I have yet to have a boyfriend. My sister has a boyfriend of 2 years and every time I talk to a guy my parents tell me its a waste of time and that I don't need anyone... Now I'm stuck telling myself that. I don't even know what "love" feels like, or what being a girlfriend is like. I am just the lone runner trying to reach the goals of a champion, and ...continued...
- By: Anonymous
- Friday, August 16, 2013, 10:17:00 PM
- updated: Friday, August 16, 2013 10:34:00 PM
i don't sing at birthdays
Wednesday, August 20, 2014 to Saturday, August 30, 2014
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i don't sing at birthdays I pedaled my Schwinn Autocycle along the gravel road beside the Waterman's south pasture. The rutted road rattled the front fender almost enough to drown out my rendition of Gloria in Excelsis Deo. Almost, but not quite. Four of Charlie Waterman's cows standing by the fence-line mooed in tune to my song. I switched to Christ the Lord Is Risen Today near the intersection of the gravel and paved roads. Two lanky, flop-eared, black-and-tan hounds crawled out from under the front porch and added their howls in accompaniment. They ...continued...
- By: C.M. Lance
- Saturday, August 30, 2014, 12:22:00 PM
- updated: Thursday, January 08, 2015 5:00:00 PM