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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Seven Days a Week, I Return to Her
I usually wake up before my alarm sounds off because she hums before dawn, not audibly, but in the way a thought hums when it has been rehearsed so often it no longer needs sound. The apartment is dim, the city is still deciding whether it will wake me or leave me alone, and I pad across the floor to where she waits. She is matte black and silver, unassuming in profile, yet somehow radiant when the light hits the curve of her handles. I place my hand on her console the way some people touch a pulse point, and the day aligns itself. Seven days a week, without fail, I climb aboard and let the rhythm find me. This is not an exercise. This is a return.
By Anthony Chan2 months ago in Fiction
The Order of Care
Angel works the day shift at his local neighborhood animal shelter and begins his day the same way every day. Consistency is not a preference but a method. He clocks in at 7:00 a.m., places his lunch on the left shelf, second position, in the refrigerator, and ties his apron with a double knot that can be untied quickly. The animal shelter requires procedures; Angel requires them to function efficiently.
By Anthony Chan3 months ago in Fiction
The House at the End of Hawthorn Lane
Gail Sullivan’s house sat like a sealed envelope at the end of Hawthorn Lane, addressed to no one and opened by none. The curtains never moved. The gate never creaked. After her husband died—suddenly, mysteriously—Gail withdrew behind the tall fence that ringed her property and never crossed it again. The neighborhood filled the silence with its own explanations. They said she had learned of his betrayal and answered it with precision, increasing the dosage of his daily medications until his heart complied. They noted her grief had sharpened into something dark.
By Anthony Chan3 months ago in Fiction
Operating Manual for a Child
This manual exists because the world you are entering forgot how to slow down. It will try to train you before you know your own name, shaping you through screens, incentives, and noise long before you can name what any of it means. These instructions are not meant to control you. They are intended to keep you intact long enough for you to choose who you want to become.
By Anthony Chan4 months ago in Fiction
