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[eduortegaibarra]

Rêvez grand, travaillez dur et y arriver. #phdlife #phd #phdstudent #phdesign #research #phdid #phdjourney #phdchat #phdayclub #phdnutrition #phdc #phdm #phdempenteados #phds #phdiva #1oaknyc #phdr_mbr #phdrooftop #pardaleventos #lavonyc #science #1oakla #stpatricksday #quaalidademaaxima #phdproblems #phding #1oak #hdr #phdr (en Xalapa, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw0mMUCl4AE/?igshid=1g21ywosok088

[khthompson]

Last full day on the island! I've absolutely enjoyed my time in the sunshine. #PhDJourney #PhDiva #PhDStudent #PhDScholar #PheeDback #BlackScholars #blackexcellence #blackdoctors #PhD (at University of the Virgin Islands)

[flyyscience]

If you want to know more about my story please go listen to my episode on the PhDivas podcast! :)

[phdivaspodcast]

Teaser for our upcoming ep with @SooriNoorH! On the value of dissent and problems with love. #NoBanNoWall #nobanonstolenlands

[beadingbytrevab]

What/Who INSPIRES YOU??? #fitandfabulousphdiva #youngentrepreneur #phdiva #powerofshe #powerofconfidence #athleta #athletalakeside #inspiration #powerfulwomen #communityleader #youngfemalecommunityleader #melaningenius #melaninchronicles #louisiana #louisianalagniappe #iheartlouisiana #batonrougenative #neworleanstransplant #makeadifferencetoday http://facebook.com/zumbatreva @athletalakeside @athleta (at Athleta)

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[thesassybooskter]

THE FRIENDSHIP LIST by Susan Mallery: Excerpt & Spotlight

  NOW AVAILABLE / HQN Books

[ ] Dance till dawn

[ ] Go skydiving

[ ] Wear a bikini in public

[ ] Start living

Two best friends jump-start their lives in a summer that will change them forever…

Single mom Ellen Fox couldn’t be more content—until she overhears her son saying he can’t go to his dream college because she needs him too much. If she wants him to live his best life, she has to convince him she’s living hers.

So Unity Leandre, her best friend since forever, creates a list of challenges to push Ellen out of her comfort zone. Unity will complete the list, too, but not because she needs to change. What’s wrong with a thirtysomething widow still sleeping in her late husband’s childhood bed?

The Friendship List begins as a way to make others believe they’re just fine. But somewhere between “wear three-inch heels” and “have sex with a gorgeous guy,” Ellen and Unity discover that life is meant to be lived with joy and abandon, in a story filled with humor, heartache and regrettable tattoos.

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  Excerpt

She shook off the thought and started for the weight room. As she approached, she heard voices. Cooper was there, along with Luka. Ellen hovered just to the side of the door, figuring she didn’t get all that much opportunity to eavesdrop and that she wouldn’t be much of a mother if she didn’t take advantage of a situation that presented itself.

“There’s no reason to go,” Coop said, sounding dejected. “I should stay home and get a job.”

Go? Go where?

“You have to take the bus trip, man,” Luka told him. “Don’t you want to see Stanford?”

“Why? I can’t go away to college. Not that far away.”

Ellen pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from making any noise. Not go away to college? Where had that come from? They’d always talked about him going away. It was what he wanted.

“Coop, come on. Don’t say that.”

“You know I can’t leave her. She needs me.”

No, no, no, no! Ellen battled panic. Who needed him? She didn’t even know Coop was seeing someone. What bitch had trapped him?

She went cold all over and the unthinkable pushed its way into her brain. What if some girl was pregnant? There was a lot of that going around.

She closed her eyes. That couldn’t be it. They’d talked and talked about safe sex. She bought him condoms. She reminded him of how hard it was for just the two of them and how using a condom protected him from unplanned pregnancies and STDs. Hadn’t he been listening?

“You know her,” Coop continued. “You know what our relationship is like. She depends on me. She won’t make it without me.”

Who was it? Ellen wanted to scream the question. She ran through the list of girls she knew her son hung out with and tried to figure out which one might be holding him back. Did Keith know? No, he would have said something. Maybe she should talk to Lissa. Maybe—

“That’s no reason to stay here,” Luka told him. “You want to go away to college.”

“I can’t. Luka, I can’t. She’s my mom and she needs me.”

Ellen sagged against the wall as all the air rushed out of her body. Heat replaced the cold as she battled with the impossible. Her? The person he was talking about was her?

“We’ve always been a team,” Coop said. “I’m her life. She doesn’t date. I’m seventeen years old and my mom hasn’t been on a single date my whole life.”

“Not even one?”

“Nope. She’s never gone in the evening, unless it’s to hang out with Unity or Coach Kinne. She doesn’t do anything but work and take care of me. How can I leave her? Who will take care of her?”

The horror returned, but this time it was laced with confusion and shame. How could her son think like this? She was perfectly capable. She’d raised him, she’d graduated from college, she had a good job. She didn’t need her kid to take care of her. Why would he assume he was her everything? She had a life.

Without thinking, she began backing away from the door. She retreated to the main corridor and stood there, trying to clear her mind.

This was nothing but a misunderstanding, she told herself. Coop was reading the situation wrong. Of course she had a life and she would be fine when he was gone. Why wouldn’t she be? She was more than capable of being on her own. He had to know that. He was free to go live his life—be his own person. She wanted that for him, of course, but just as important, she never wanted him to resent her the way she’d always resented her parents.

She would take a second and gather her thoughts, then return to the weight room. She would find out about his plans for the evening, then go home and… And… Well, she didn’t know what she was going to do, but it would be something fun and exciting. Because of course she had things to do. Not dating didn’t mean anything. Lots of people didn’t date. She was absolutely and totally fine and happy and living the dream. That was her. For sure.

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  THE FRIENDSHIP LIST by Susan Mallery: Excerpt & Spotlight was originally published on The Sassy Bookster

[eduortegaibarra]

Último semestre de #Doctorado. Primer cuatrimestre de #Especialidad. #phdlife #phd #phdstudent #phdesign #research #phdid #phdjourney #phdchat #phdayclub #phdnutrition #phdc #phdm #phdempenteados #phds #phdiva #1oaknyc #phdr_mbr #phdrooftop #pardaleventos #lavonyc #science #1oakla #stpatricksday #quaalidademaaxima #phdproblems #phding #hdr #phdr https://www.instagram.com/p/BsOTFmcl_yi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1374krbjd4biu

[khthompson]

Yes! Yes! And Yes! Everyday has the potential to be amazing, and that's what I lean on. <-- Ended that sentence with a #preposition AND I don't care! #JudgeMe #JesusFreak #ZenChristian #Christianity #Plans #purpose Habakkuk 2:2-3. #PhDJourney #PhDiva #PhDStudent #PhDScholar #PheeDback #BlackScholars #blackexcellence #blackdoctors #blackgirlmagic #TalentedTenth #Ownership

[therestisbest]

Meet the PhDiva, @Dissertating

I often receive direct messages asking if I am a bot. I am indeed a real person, and this is my story.

From my earliest days, I found the printed word fascinating and chose it over toys. My grandmother provided junk mail, which I promptly edited. I read early, choosing To Kill a Mockingbird off Grandma’s bookshelves when I was only 7 or 8. Obviously, school would provide me the penultimate stimulation and satisfaction, so it makes perfect sense that I would still find myself there (as a student) at age 48… and through age 55, as it turned out.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I completed a Bachelor’s in English at age 22 and took a job teaching HS English in a small town in Ohio. Little did I know that I would remain in that position for over 20 years, having married, had two sons, earned a master’s degree, divorced. When my younger son was a senior in HS, I worked on a project at the state department of education, which led to my seeking full-time employment there. It was time. I had taught nearly everyone in that small town and I was eager for a new challenge.

Choosing Career Change

I moved to the state capital, Columbus, and began work as an English Language Arts consultant. Before long I was promoted and became an official bureaucrat—a title I detested. Somehow, I had gotten myself the education job that took me as far as possible from students, and I was disheartened. A much younger colleague at the department felt similarly, and she suggested that we go back to school for our PhDs. “We have to battle the brain drain,” she insisted. So, we both enrolled part-time in Ohio State University’s PhD program in Educational Policy and Leadership.

What a challenge. In addition to my 40 hours per week with the department, I taught one night class each term in college writing. I couldn’t give that up because it helped fund my PhD classes, so I found myself taking one or two classes each term, teaching another, in addition to the full-time job commitment. Thus began my bag lady period. I organized my life into three bags: student, teacher, and bureaucrat… and each bag matched its role—a backpack, an oversized tote, and a briefcase all lived in my car’s trunk, along with a file box and other assorted office supplies. Keeping my bags separate helped me focus on the task at hand. While at work, my teaching and grad school work sat in my car. While teaching, I couldn’t be distracted by work commitments; while in grad classes, I had to be fully present.

Ohio State required its doctoral students to have one term of residency—meaning I had to be enrolled full-time, taking 10 credit hours. At the time, the university was still on the quarter system, so it meant only 10 weeks of a schedule cram packed from early morning to late night. I spoke with my supervisors at the department– we chose a summer term, as our workload there is lighter– and they allowed me to use personal time and vacation days to attend classes. I enrolled in one weeklong class that met from 8 am til 5 pm each day and showed up on day one in a bright floral blouse, wearing sunglasses. I welcomed the other class members to my vacation! It was a rough slog, no doubt, but I had the time and my brain yearned to learn.

This continued for four years, until I realized that I was nearing 30-years’ service and could consider retiring. A professor had already offered me a graduate assistantship, if and when I could go full-time, so I met with the appropriate parties, and set my retirement for June 30, 2011. The department honored me with a lovely breakfast party—but I never looked back. I had worked there 8 years.

Finding and Losing Academic Footing

With a monthly pension check plus the small graduate research associate stipend, I continued my PhD studies, and picked up a graduate interdisciplinary specialization. I felt in my element and fully enjoyed my full-time academic life. I earned high marks, received high praise for my writing, and confidently entered the “dissertating phase.” If you’ve read my blog, or my posts to Researcher Chronicles—you know that did not end well. While I was well-matched with an advisor whose interests aligned with mine (state education policy and its implementation), we had a tense relationship. He left me to my own devices, which I took at the time as an indication of his respect for me and my years of practical work in my area of study. Ultimately it led to my appearing in my dissertation defense like a deer in the headlights, an expression we use here in America to describe a deer caught crossing a highway as it meets up with oncoming traffic and certain doom. As the debacle drew to a close and the committee filed out, I sat across from my advisor whose first words were “This was as much my fault as it was yours.” We didn’t speak long; I refused to cry in front of him. I would revise and redefend. I had a year.

Pushing Forward to Success

I was totally unprepared for how this failure would affect me. I had failed big before (divorce)… but somehow this cut me to my heart. I do not fail academically. But I did. Adjusting to that reality took a while. I had a newborn granddaughter, though, and I offered myself as her Friday caretaker. She didn’t care if Nana had her PhD! Eventually, I looked into her eyes and realized that I should be an example to her. I had to try again. Though my dissertation had sat untouched for three months, I opened it up, and began anew.

I remember clearly reading through it one day and having a visceral reaction—my body tensed, I blushed deeply, and I realized that this was not at all defensible. Advisor misconduct aside, I took responsibility for the failure and plodded on. Having conducted a qualitative study, I dug back into the data and chose grounded theory as my methodology. It was my only way forward, as it allowed for hindsight driving one back into the data looking for new insights. I submitted a total of three revisions to my advisor, who in this iteration provided detailed feedback each time. (By that I mean 11 pages single-spaced in response to the first revision.) It was a brutal process, but I persisted. My second revision only merited 8 pages of feedback, so we were getting somewhere! The third… well, the substance of his email appears as one of the slides here. A few sentences assured me it was go time. The second defense: a success!

I received my degree at 55. I deliberately chose not to apply for tenure-track jobs because I did not need to. I could choose to do what I loved and I did. I teach both face-to-face and online (education and English classes), and I serve as developmental editor for Ohio State’s education journal, Theory into Practice. My littlest inspiration, granddaughter Eila, has been joined by baby Bea, just this year. My life is full.

So that is my story… what’s yours?

Since April 2015, I have maintained a Twitter feed to support graduate students and "dissertaters" on the road to PhD. @dissertating now has over 9,000 followers. Join us!

These paragraphs served as the core of a live motivational talk I gave 29 Nov 2018, hosted by @Editage.

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[ivabellini]

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[beadingbytrevab]

#tbt to our epic ride on #nyxwednesday !!!! 🎶Rolling through my Thursday letting the music flow through my soul 🎶(feels like a Tuesday to me though, Lol)!!! Make today a TERRIFIC one !!! #nyxturnssyx #nyx #mystickreweofnyx #firsttimefloatrider #liveforYOU #fitandfabulousphdiva #nolafashion #nolastyle #phdiva #youngentrepreneur #shucknjive #cupidshuffle #mardigras2017 #youngfemalecommunityleader (at St Charles Parade Route)

[wionews]

Twitter reacts negatively to Ivanka Trump's applaud for Oprah Winfrey

Joining the list of admirers for the 63 years old actress/activists/ chat show host, advisor to the US President Ivanka Trump also took to Twitter to applaud Winfrey for her speech. 

Ivanka tweeted "Just saw @Oprah's empowering & inspiring speech at last night's #GoldenGlobes. Let's all come together, women & men, & say #TIMESUP! 

Just saw @Oprah's empowering & inspiring speech at last night’s #GoldenGlobes. Let’s all come together, women & men, & say #TIMESUP! #United https://t.co/vpxUBJnCl7

— Ivanka Trump (@IvankaTrump) January 9, 2018

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However, the 36-year-old entrepreneur did not receive a good response from people for her appraisal. 

Her tweet received an overwhelmingly negative response from Twitter.

The tweet was quickly hit with "the ratio" signifying that the number of replies outnumbered the likes of the tweet. 

People replied to her tweet highlighting the number of times when Donald Trump was accused of sexual harassment and misconduct.

A series of cases of sexual assault were put on Donald Trump by over a dozen of women last year. 

  ew go away

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) January 9, 2018

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Hey Chrissy. If Hillary had been elected Harvey and the rest of them would still be doing their thing. 😉

— Randall (@RandallBenge) January 9, 2018

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This has nothing to do with Hillary Clinton and everything to do with the 'president' admitting to abusing women.

— Charlotte (@Charlotte_L_cx) January 9, 2018

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Why are so many people still obsessed with Hillary? It's bizarre...your actual, elected president is a corrupt, senile misogynist....that's what you should be talking about 😉

— Charlotte (@Charlotte_L_cx) January 9, 2018

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Great! You can make a lofty donation to the Time's Up Legal Defense Fund that is available to support your father's accusers.https://t.co/A8HCVa715v

— Alyssa Milano (@Alyssa_Milano) January 9, 2018

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When you speak up for the 16 women that have accused your father of sexual misconduct then you can #timesup. Until then, no just no.

— Christi Cota (@runnergirl4) January 9, 2018

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You are more clueless than I thought.

— Machete (@RSalguero22) January 9, 2018

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Let's start with your pops.

— Jessica Lesko (@jesles8) January 9, 2018

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She was talking about your dad. How is this not clear to you?

— Carla Elvidge (@BlissBunny) January 9, 2018

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Enablers not included @IvankaTrump

— Phyllis (@PhyllisDFlowers) January 9, 2018

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you don't realize that everyone saying #timesup is talking about your dad, do you @IvankaTrump?

— PhDiva (@PhDiva24) January 9, 2018

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Oh please, if you really wanted to shout #timesup you should start with your own father - virtue signalling on twitter helps how many women?

— Mark Hillary🏃🏼👍🏻 (@markhillary) January 9, 2018

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Denounce your father, then we can talk. http://pic.twitter.com/ULrka1hoVO

— Golem (@DanielBen_Del) January 9, 2018

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Oprah Winfrey owned the night with her rousing speech on Golden Globes 2018 where she was honoured with the prestigious Cecil B. DeMille award.

In her heart winning speech, she called for a world free of sexual abusers where nobody ever has to say `Me too` again.

Winfrey`s inspirational and moving speech, which drew a standing ovation from the Who`s Who of Hollywood, saw her talk about people speaking out the truth and fighting for justice.

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