Anthony Chan
Bio
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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Stories (302)
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Lessons I Learned
In her 80th year, Martina still sat each morning on the edge of her bed, with her eyes alert as the world passed by. Many of her grandchildren, who ran around and drove her crazy, now brought her water, tea, and coffee. Other family members became confidants, sharing heartbreaks and hopes. She often listened more than she spoke.
By Anthony Chan9 months ago in Poets
The Day the Future Arrived
The future doesn’t always come gently. Sometimes, it crashes into our lives like a thunderclap—loud, uninvited, and irreversible. For me, the future arrived one ordinary day in 1967. I was just nine and a half years old when my father died from a brain aneurysm, and my life—my very sense of reality—was turned inside out.
By Anthony Chan10 months ago in Futurism
The Year I Questioned Everything
At the young age of five, I stood on the brink of curiosity when the world felt like a puzzle with too many missing pieces. My youthful mind, ever inquisitive, sought answers to questions I could barely articulate. How did we come to exist? Why were we here? And most perplexingly, why did we have to leave?
By Anthony Chan10 months ago in Psyche
Welcome to the City
On a dark, dreary night, Mary rode back home after drinking heavily with her high school friends. She hadn’t told her father, Archie, where she was. He worried too much, always treating her like she was still the suburban girl who had recently relocated to live with her dad after her parent’s bitter divorce.
By Anthony Chan11 months ago in Fiction
Born to Last
Anton had been fascinated by the legendary Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de León since childhood, especially since his mother was equally captivated by him! Although history books portray Ponce de León as a man obsessed with the mythical Fountain of Youth, Anton believed that the secret to longevity was never hidden—it was right before humanity all along. He viewed longevity not as something to be discovered but as something to be understood and optimized.
By Anthony Chan11 months ago in Longevity
The Reflections of Time
• Below is my original introduction to my story, followed by its revision. On the morning of my 67th birthday, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a face I barely recognized. Where had the years gone? Where was the young man I once knew? The one who had dreams as vast as the sky, who believed, with the conviction of youth, that time would never touch him?
By Anthony Chan11 months ago in Critique
Mom's Great Beyond Resort
The scent of tropical flowers and the soft rustle of palm leaves filled the air as I found myself again in a dream that felt suspiciously real. The golden sand beneath my feet felt warm, and the waves hummed a soft, hypnotic tune. Then, as I turned, there she was—my mother, standing before me with an impish grin and the unmistakable twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
By Anthony Chan11 months ago in Humor
A Letter from the Front Lines
June 14, 1944 My Dearest Caitlin, As I sit in the soft glow of a flickering oil lamp on my birthday, with the sounds of the night echoing through our camp, I find myself yearning for you more than ever. I don’t have a birthday cake to celebrate this special day or bright candles to mark the occasion, but my thoughts of you more than compensate for this loss. Your beautiful image is firmly etched in my mind and gives me the strength to endure this challenging ordeal. The air is thick with damp earth and gun oil, a constant reminder of my surroundings and why I’m here. Yet, in those quiet moments when my duties temporarily fade, you completely fill my thoughts—your laughter, your kindness, and how your hand fits perfectly in mine. These memories sustain me; those intimate moments we shared before I left empower me to withstand the hardships of war that I face daily!
By Anthony Chan12 months ago in History
Alcapurrias, My First Summer Hustle
The aroma of achiote oil filled our tiny apartment kitchen in the projects, blending with the sharp tang of sofrito as my mother, Patricia, worked her magic on a fresh batch of alcapurrias. The sizzling of masa hitting hot oil was more than just the promise of a good meal—it was the soundtrack of our survival.
By Anthony Chan12 months ago in Feast
