Their financial reality is… different. — Both of my parents technically understand freelancing. I’ve painstakingly explained that the early days of freelancing consisted of me sending really horrible pitches to the info-[@]-publication email that was just the slush pile that no editor was ever going to read. …

The last time I went on a run, it was spring 2021. Another relative had died and I needed some head space. I was mentally preparing myself to spend my birthday in a funeral home. That same week I ran into my former abuser. I stopped running. Why maintain my…

Meetings and interviews where I was spoken over, and sometimes even ignored are not moments I have missed while working from my family’s home during the pandemic. I also don’t miss workdays where I learned about potential dinners and lunch meetings with people that did not include any other women…

Transparency made me a better negotiator. — It was the summer of 2019. I was invited to a party in Williamsburg with other women who liked writing and media things. We chatted, we drank wine, and we all wore some sort of white ensemble. …

This is a first. — When I lost my job in the beginning of the pandemic I decided to dive into assignments and projects that I enjoyed and for publications that I felt would actually respect me and my time. …

When I first began freelancing a few years ago, I couldn’t fathom paying money for anything. I trolled influential creators and writer’s social medias for live Q&As where I could get an insight as to how they’ve monetized themselves and managed to make a comfortable living from home. …

It’s not what you think. — Being a writer means that I sometimes find myself working on assignments that aren’t exactly journalism. It’s partially because I try to have more than one stream of income during the pandemic, and it’s also a good brain refresher to work on different types of writing. …

Here’s how … — 2017 was a shit year. It wasn’t the worst ever, but it was a pretty bad year. I had just finished graduate school at the very end of 2016 and was having a hard time finding a full-time job. …

It’s kept me alive during COVID — COVID came in a like a lion into my life and took a lot. A job, an apartment, several community members, a relative, my ability to go to my grandfather’s funeral, and more. It’s been crappy. The first month after being laid off in mid-March, I knew I had to…