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Snapshot of my little writer while working on this article on one Saturday afternoon.

[This is article is written by my 11-year-old son. After all, game playing during a long virtual school period is not that bad. He got all these ideas from playing various games and watching YouTube videos.]

Okay, so this is the start of how to upgrade your company with more money, less time for the services and marketing.

First, attract an audience. You obviously know how much people HATE pop up ads. Instead, make sure the strangers like you and your content so much that they share and advertise on your behalf, not just on Facebook but on Instagram, Linkedin…


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My daughter: “Mom, when I grow up, I want to be like you. You help people to be happy.”

As my family and I had breakfast together over one recent weekend, at one point in our conversations, I asked my 11-year-old son, mentioning the two characters in our family’s favorite television series, The Little House, which we’d been watching again for the past few months as part of our weekend rituals, “So who do you think I am like more, Mary or Laura?” Contrary to the answer I longed for, which was “Laura”, he said, “None of them, mom. You are like yourself.” I continued, “Then how am I like?” …


So we are often told, “Don’t sweat over small things.” However, neuroscience would say otherwise. We just actually need to sweat over small things, in a good way, as these small things would actually accumulate to create big things which make our lives blossom altogether or couldn’t be helped by even a great family therapist.

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These few weekends, we had a new ritual of visiting our new home in upstate New York as we would only officially move in till June after the kids finished their school. Like many other times, my husband was always ready first, then our son…


Just when the world rejoiced with the news about the vaccine, the silently growing balloon in me burst: I thought I was a total failure as a working mom, and I wanted to quit.

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“Maybe I have to stop working,” I thought, tears quietly trickling down my cheeks while I was disinfecting bags of produce delivered by Whole Foods at my door an hour earlier, chopping red onions and the other ingredients for my husband’s and my plant-based meal — he decided to switch to this diet in the middle of the pandemic, and washing spinach and stirring up the chicken cooking on the stove for the kids’ meal.

When drops of tears no longer went down from the corners of my eyes, my voice rose up. My rage was never more loud, powerful…


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Autumn in Vermont in painting & Autumn in New York in writing

Seven months had never felt longer in Anne’s life. Since the pandemic said its hello to the city in the boldest possible way, just like many other families, hers had been taking refuge in their own apartment. With her husband working from home and the kids floating with virtual schools, the flow of being adjusted itself in a new dimension. Groceries delivered in the lobby twice a week. Lunch and dinner together every day. Board games and Little House once every few nights. Zoom calls, emails, and content creation remained the constant in her world. …


Ginsburg loved the opera. But she was not an opera singer. She was a lawyer. Why?

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So I didn’t know much about this phenomenal woman till two days ago when the news about her flooded my social media channels with posts from my American friends. A convenient excuse I would make is I am an Asian moving from Singapore to America three years ago and beyond my family with young kids and busy work, I only pay attention when the news is of significance and relates to my life, career and cause. Anyway, being uneducated about the heroine turned out…


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It’s summer and there’s no better time to confess. As I am off my normal schedule by over 50%, I could also afford sitting down and doing truly honest self-reflection. That was the intention when summer holiday officially started a week ago. And now here I am, during the best time of the day when my four-year-old daughter has fallen to her nap, making that intention work.

It was around 2.35pm on a recent winter day. I stood up from my desk and walked to a school nearby to pick up my son when bumping into my neighbor, another mom…


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It was in the late 80s in Vietnam. My father left our home to pursue his own path in Germany. I therefore grew up in a family where two women, my grandmother and mother, were the breadwinners to raise two little women, me and my sister. I grew up in an environment where I observed first hand women striving to juggle work and life. My grandmother was the owner of a convenience store and my mother had two shifts and a night class. I grew up in a home where my grandmother’s wish, “If only I could go to school,” echoed through my childhood and where my mother’s constant struggles to make ends meet imprinted in my young brain.

“Your mom rejected a very good job offer that they only gave to a summa cum laude like her. She should like the job I believe,” my grandmother told me one day, her voice filled with regrets for her daughter.

“I had to go back to work shortly after giving birth to you so when you were hungry at home, grandma had to feed you with condensed milk while I had to throw all the milk away,” my mother kept telling me about this period again and again, each time her eyes welled with lots of guilt.


The Coronavirus crisis is not only one of the biggest tests of people’s physical strength but also one of relationship strength, marriage and love.

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I wished I could have brought Coronavirus to court.

It was a week day in late February when my husband stopped going to the office for a while. He coughed. Those were the early days of the Coronavirus pandemic in America.

By the time he got better two weeks later, remote working became a must. Being a software engineer who used to a few screens at work, this new reality meant he needed a desk, for…


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Just like lush plants grow on fertile soil, a good life thrives on good thoughts.

About a week ago, I shared on my Diary of a Happier Mom Brain page that I was overwhelmed and needed the time and space to pull myself together and push myself back up before I could write. The truth is I was under the influence of fears. “Overwhelmed” actually meant “fear”. I was fearful that I was not a good enough mother, that I would be perceived as a bad mother by others, and that I would be perceived as a bad person in general by others. I know you may surprise if you know me for a while as overall, I am very confident.

Before I delve into the details, let me share with you that fears grip me now and then. I am generally a happy and positive person and have trained my brain so much, but my brain is still a human brain. And fears never fail to reside in a human brain at all. They just come in different forms, sizes, powers, at different frequency levels depending on much a person has learnt to strengthen the positivity wiring in their brains.

It had been about 2 weeks into the lock down. Just as I thought my family were juggling well with…

Amy Nguyen

Business Insider’s Most Innovative Career Coach. Forbes Coaches Council Member. Career Happiness / Transformation & Performance Strategist & Coach for Mothers.

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