“Becoming a writer is about becoming conscious...

When you’re conscious and writing from a place of insight and simplicity and real caring about the truth, you have the ability to throw the lights on for your reader.”

- Anne Lamott

Cell Membrane Envy
Jennifer Friedman Jennifer Friedman

Cell Membrane Envy

Studying cellular biology in my early years, I sensed that I was learning something much more important than the study of a single cell’s inner workings. I was so intrigued by the material and intuitively, I knew that the applicability of the information was far reaching. I have come to find out that I was right.

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How to Navigate Getting Closer Again:
Jennifer Friedman Jennifer Friedman

How to Navigate Getting Closer Again:

The physical distance of the last year has not been easy. We miss hugs. We miss contact. We miss thoughtlessly passing our neighbors on the street. We miss sitting close to one another on the train in the morning. The idea of getting to be close again one day, gradually, as we hope to see the threat of Covid-19 retreating, brings joyful tears to our eyes. Our psyches, however, don’t always align with our ideas. How we think we should react to getting closer to one another may differ from our real feelings and experiences.

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Peace on Earth is an Inside Job
Jennifer Friedman Jennifer Friedman

Peace on Earth is an Inside Job

2020 has been a lot! To quantify what has happened this year with all of the changes that have had to be endured seems impossible. Collective grief, loneliness, fear, and conflict have been ever-present. There has also been tremendous kindness, connection, and creativity. In reflecting on this year, I have been wondering about human suffering.

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How to Create Change in Your Life by Being More Fully Yourself
Jennifer Friedman Jennifer Friedman

How to Create Change in Your Life by Being More Fully Yourself

Back when I was an Obstetrics and Gynecology resident and new wife, I would return from a long work shift with my arm outstretched and my finger pointed. I pointed at all of the things that appeared out of place and messy in our small apartment as my husband greeted my exhausted body at the door. I had survived a sleep-deprived 48 hours of emergencies and chaos. I craved control over something, anything, and that something became my home environment.

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