A Dickens Job Search Tale

The American hiring system pulsates on a symbiotic parasite/host relationship between companies and recruiters who feast upon supersized portions of rejected resume carcasses that broke factitious rules about justifying left, preferred fonts, keywords, and the nuanced use of bold type.

I need a job. I want a job. I’m ready to work.

Sounds sort of simple, right? I want to work, and I have excellent credentials. I have 20+ years of experience.

I am not voluntarily “experiencing unemployment.” I love my work and my clients. Unfortunately, Covid-19 forced the unexpected cancellation of all of my…

A non-coffee drinker dares to cross into foreign land

I am not a hot drink person.

I am not a coffee person.

I don’t need coffee (or anything else) to wake up in the morning. I wake up and I am awake.

I have never had a cup of coffee or any cup of any coffee drink-like concoction.


Sure, I’ve sipped coffee a few times in a few different permutations — latte, café ole, Americano.

They all tasted like dirty, boiled water.

So, I am not a Coffee Drinker or Coffee Person.

I am, however, a world traveler. …

Lessons from my Granny and a tin of soup

My late Granny Chandler (Inez-born 10/18/1914), who passed away about 10 years ago, once told me a story about when she was newly married to my grandfather Joseph and they were living in Connecticut.

They were broke. Well, broke may be too generous. They were poor. Their first baby, Lila, had been born and they were absolutely poor. They lived in the top apartment of a small building (maybe it was an add-on to an existing house) and she had to climb stairs every day to get to their small flat.

“Life is simple. Everything happens for you, not to you. Everything happens at exactly the right moment, neither too soon or too late. You don’t have to like it…it’s just easier if you do.” Byron Katie

A short while ago, I shared that it was very difficult and sad to be closing my Singapore company. As part of my story, I used the word Failure to describe what has happened to my business and my career this year and several incredible people reached out to reassure me that this year is not a reflection of any failure on my part. I am so grateful for their support and kindness — it’s wonderful to feel so loved.

And I gave it all a good think and decided to write a little bit more on the topic.


Saying Goodbye to My Company

I used to live in Singapore. I lived there for a grand total of 14 months. And I truly loved living in Singapore. I made a few very close friends — one absolute bestie — and I had my own little house near the beach on the East Coast with a tiny, fenced front and back garden.

It was the first time in my adult life that I lived in a house of my own with a fenced in yard. I wasn’t sharing the land with anyone. …

America 101 — Please roll up your window, sincerely, Amygdala

Convincing Fight and Flight to take a break

I have been lucky enough to call Cairo, Nairobi, (Dubai) and Singapore home over the past 20 years.

It was a bloody great time.

I learned a lot, saw a lot, and life is infinitely bigger, broader, fuller and more wonderfully complicated as a result of my expat life. I’ve traveled to just over 100 countries and it has all been marvelous even when it wasn’t.

About 4 months ago I moved back to America — the unwilling participant in a boxing…

Repatriation challenges in America

It’s been nearly 4 months since I left Singapore and returned to America after living overseas for about 12 years in total.

I’ve passed through myriad phases of transformation since I’ve returned and today/tonight just sort of punctuated how hard it is to come back and how lucky I am to have a strong net.

I am in the process of purchasing a new car this week. The last time I bought a new car in America it was 2004 and things were quite a bit different. You couldn’t buy a car online and the endless…

I flew to northwest Florida Friday and I just want to say that flying for a few hours across America is almost pleasant when compared to 10+ hour flights to wherever.




I took the 630AM flight from Ontario, CA to VPS (Destin Fort Walton Beach) via Dallas. And that means — you guessed it — I flew American Airlines. The last time I flew American Airlines I was taking a nonstop flight from NY to LAX to shoot Quincy Jones for a PSA campaign about Rap lyrics — many moons ago. The world was going to end…

America 101 — Land Ho! — A Shipping Container Comes to America

Coming Home and Learning How to America, Again

Tomorrow is moving day — again. My lonely shipping container laden with all manner of misfit personal items, having cleared Homeland Security at the Port of Los Angeles, will arrive at my storage unit tomorrow after a 6-week journey from Singapore.

The moving business is an odd industry in that it thrives and survives — particularly during a pandemic — on the need for millions of people to get their stuff from one end of the world to another.


Rebecca Chandler

Traveler, Producer, and Writer crafting stories about the bits of life that inspire, confuse, and challenge me.

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