Anthony Chan
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Chan Economics LLC, Public Speaker
Chief Global Economist & Public Speaker JPM Chase ('94-'19).
Senior Economist Barclays ('91-'94)
Economist, NY Federal Reserve ('89-'91)
Econ. Prof. (Univ. of Dayton, '86-'89)
Ph.D. Economics
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Surviving Winter
For as long as I can remember, winter has felt more like an opponent than a season. The cold bites sharply, days shrink quickly, and the long gray skies often dampen my mood. Despite resisting winter’s hold, I’ve lived mainly in a climate with brief warm springs and summers. Over time, I’ve learned that while I may never enjoy the cold, I can develop creative strategies to get through it. What began as simple coping methods evolved into a conscious, effective seasonal survival plan—centered on travel, socializing, physical activity, and small rituals that warm both body and mind.
By Anthony Chan3 months ago in Humans
Echoes of My Daughters
There was a room inside Anthony’s two-bedroom apartment in New York City that had seen more of his heart than any other place he had ever lived. It was an ordinary room—barely large enough for a twin bed, a desk, and a dresser—but it held within its four walls the history of a father’s love, the echoes of two childhoods, and the quiet ache of time passing far too quickly.
By Anthony Chan3 months ago in Fiction
Redrawing My Personal Map
We all have internal maps—mental routes shaped by routine, habit, and necessity. My day begins each morning with the fizz of caffeine, a quick jolt that kicks off my consulting work. I’ve come to rely on that energy boost, not just to stay alert but as a catalyst for creativity. It acts as my ignition, guiding me along a familiar path from one project to the next, from deadline to deadline. However, I’ve mistaken that surge for real progress. While it pushes me forward, it also ties me to an unsustainable rhythm.
By Anthony Chan4 months ago in Humans
The Keyhole Witness
For weeks, my curiosity about my neighbor across the hall had grown into something I couldn’t quite control. It started innocently enough—a glance through the peephole when I heard footsteps, then another when I heard laughter or strange noises. But over time, my neighbor’s door became a stage of endless intrigue.
By Anthony Chan4 months ago in Fiction
