Category: Blog
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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…
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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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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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New Year’s in Turks and Caicos
Is it too late to talk about New Year’s? Oh well. It has taken me some time to get this post together (thanks stomach bug). Anyway… One week after my friends and I put down a deposit on a place in Orient Bay, St Martin (SXM), Hurricane Irma hit. Desperately seeking this. But not THAT…
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