It is the one essential piece of advice you wish you had known when you were younger. I started asking women for their memos – and the results were revealing
I can pinpoint the exact moment my fantasy flickered into life. It was a drizzly spring afternoon in 2019. I had just had an appointment at the eye doctor and found shelter from the rain at a tiny newsstand uptown. It happened to be around the corner from my first job, where I answered phones for a man who oversaw a newspaper, now long out of print. I was many jobs beyond that point, but still always on the phone, this time with my best friend. I wanted to chat with her for a few more minutes before I took the train home. The subject at hand: my college reunion, which was only a few weeks away, and for which I had yet to register.
The prospect of facing my fellow classmates was something I was having a hard time getting excited about. I had a lovely family, but I had recently been fired from my job at a magazine and I was struggling to make it as a freelance writer. As I stood there at that newsstand, my vision still recovering from dilation drops, all I could see was a blurry sea of magazine titles whose editors weren’t banging down my door – or responding to my emails.
Continue reading… It is the one essential piece of advice you wish you had known when you were younger. I started asking women for their memos – and the results were revealingI can pinpoint the exact moment my fantasy flickered into life. It was a drizzly spring afternoon in 2019. I had just had an appointment at the eye doctor and found shelter from the rain at a tiny newsstand uptown. It happened to be around the corner from my first job, where I answered phones for a man who oversaw a newspaper, now long out of print. I was many jobs beyond that point, but still always on the phone, this time with my best friend. I wanted to chat with her for a few more minutes before I took the train home. The subject at hand: my college reunion, which was only a few weeks away, and for which I had yet to register.The prospect of facing my fellow classmates was something I was having a hard time getting excited about. I had a lovely family, but I had recently been fired from my job at a magazine and I was struggling to make it as a freelance writer. As I stood there at that newsstand, my vision still recovering from dilation drops, all I could see was a blurry sea of magazine titles whose editors weren’t banging down my door – or responding to my emails. Continue reading… Women, Friendship, Books, Culture, Life and style, Well actually
