2026 Q1 – here’s what i found
I hate to break it to y’all, but we’re already a quarter into 2026. The year of the horse is galloping away. While I feel every day is mundane (go to work, get traumatized, and come home on the verge of having a meltdown and…
introducing the breakfast series: 6.5-minute egg variations
I was not a breakfast person. I would skip it and chug coffee (sans milk or sweetener) until lunch around 1 p.m. You’re probably thinking, Jen, that’s not good for you. I know, I know. Since it’s January–the start of a new year and resolutions–it…
finding joy in the quiet
The last month of the year was quiet yet productive. I decided to take a break from job apps given the expected holiday slump in the corporate world. Instead, I worked nonstop except Christmas Day in my 9-to-5 (more like 8-to-4) job . I still…
hello and goodbye
“I don’t know why you say, ‘Goodbye,’ I say, ‘Hello, hello, hello.’” The Beatles Please excuse the MIA status since September. The past three months have been a blur of job applications, interviews, birthdays (mine and my sister’s), and the usual curveballs that life presents…
august: staycations in nyc
August is the final stretch of summer. While many people go on last-minute vacations before school starts, I stayed local, and it turned out to be a packed month in New York. Be Our Guest My sister and I hosted a friend visiting from Atlanta…
july: roadtrip, birds, and solitude
Hello, friends. With July wrapping up, it’s getting closer to the end of summer. A lot happened this month for me. Let me tell you about it. At the beginning of the month, my family and I went on a road trip from New York…
june: summertime for grown-ups
I have barely two days left to write a monthly newsletter before June closes. The month flew by! School is officially out–fun and relaxation for kids, but stress for parents trying to keep them busy and entertained. As children of an immigrant, my sister and…
may: “steady as the rain”
It’s been a rainy week in New York. I used to dread the rain growing up in Georgia because I often had to walk home from school carrying a heavy backpack and a giant art portfolio–one of the struggles of having immigrant parents who couldn’t…
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