Jennifer L. Keene
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Negotiate Everything
Early in the pandemic, I spoke with former NBA colleague and fellow marketer Elisa Padilla for her lunchtime chat series Kick It By EP. It was great to catch up, and reconnecting presented a good opportunity to take stock of what I have learned in recent years. I also enjoy doing these semi-public forums because…
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One year in LA
There was a long gap between deciding I wanted to move from NYC to LA (August) and the actual move (May/June). From a planning perspective, it was great. Nothing was rushed – except, of course, for those last few boxes to pack.
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Getting older is a privilege
I moved to Los Angeles a little more than four months ago and it has been everything I had hoped. The move has been SO good for me—a breath of fresh air both physically and emotionally. I recently celebrated my first birthday in LA—hopefully the first of many I get to have here. It took…
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I negotiate for a living. And yet…
Hello from Los Angeles! I landed here a little more than two weeks ago and so far, I love it. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Jennifer Keene (@jenniferlkeene) //www.instagram.com/embed.js Moving from NYC to LA was (and still is, frankly) a lot of work. But I have been fortunate; most aspects have…
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Some personal news
I know. You probably hate the title of this post. But admit it: when someone starts a tweet that way, you pay attention.
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Why I got a tattoo
When I told my mother I was getting a tattoo right after our visit ended, she didn’t mince words. “At your age?!” Mom replied, loudly enough that the woman next to us in the nail salon reacted with a quiet chuckle. “Yep,” I told her. I felt resolute. Mostly, anyway. Mom wasn’t happy about it,…
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Remembering David Stern
This is not a tribute to the late David Stern by someone who maintained a long, close relationship with him. It’s not a story that begins with him meeting me and proclaiming “this young woman exudes Leadership Potential and Overall Potential.” This post is about chance and gratitude. When I applied for a job with…
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And then, he was gone again.
Willie was shy. That is what we all assumed. I don’t remember him ever saying more than what was necessary to answer a question. It didn’t matter if the questioner were a classmate or a teacher, Willie kept it brief. So why is it that I can still hear his voice echoing in my head…
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Missing Dad – it’s the little things
I didn’t expect this, my third Father’s Day without him, to hurt as much as it did.
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The other grandmother
It makes me sad not to know if I would have called her Grandmother or Granny or some other name. It would not be Nana. That name was reserved for my mother’s mother. I never got a chance to call my father’s mother, Sophie Lillian Demsky Keene, anything; she died when I was less than…
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