Happy 12-Year Anniversary to No, YOU Tell It! We’re so grateful to celebrate this milestone. Take a look at these highlights of our evolution over the years.
Learn more, donate, and grab tickets for our upcoming events at noyoutellit.com. Cheers to 12 years, and thank you always for your stories and support.
Thank you to Flushing Town Hall for awarding No, YOU Tell It! a Queens Community Arts Grant as part of the Statewide Community Regrants program funded by the New York State Council on the Arts (NYSCA)!
Save the dates for our 5/11 ART HEART community event and 6/5 No, YOU Tell It! “Left My Heart” show. More info soon! Follow NYTI on FB and Insta for updates.
My mother and I have spent hours making ornaments, coloring holiday pictures, and decorating gingerbread people during her two weeks in the rehabilitation center. But does that mother-daughter time count if she doesn’t remember it?
My essay “A Holiday Stroke” captures a small part of my mother’s stroke and our December together. Blessed to have spent this difficult time with my family.
You can access it through my friend link HERE if you aren’t a Medium member.
As a former AP Program Information writer for the College Board, Kelly Jean now leads college essay writing workshops across the country with the purpose of teaching students how to extend their story in the reader’s mind through a college essay.
Last week, I had the honor of visiting Model Laboratory School in Kentucky to lead a three-day college essay writing workshop for the seniors and juniors to help them find and focus their personal stories.
We even had a No, YOU Tell It!-style story swap on the final day, where they read each other’s drafts out loud and gave group feedback to inform their revisions. Here are some student takeaways about their stories and the experience of writing personal narratives:
I used to think college essays had to be about trauma, but now I know it can be about small moments, too.
I used to think failure was a bad thing, but now I know it makes you who you are.
I used to think I couldn’t support my friends when they needed it, but now I know there is more than one way to express compassion.
I used to think that playing music was a passion only serving myself, but now I know that it is a gift that can be shared with anyone who is willing to listen.
I used to think that I had it all planned out, but now I know that I can’t prepare for everything.