about

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 I’m Karen.
I write, take pictures and travel.

email: karenbolipata(at)gmail(dot)com
portfolio: karenbolipata.com
twitter: @karenmaywrites
instagram: @karenmaywrites

What do I write/take pictures of?

Everything that inspires me. One of those things is New York City.

A total cliché, am I right?

Like many writers here, I’ve had a couple of writing jobs over the years. Jobs I enjoyed with people I enjoyed until I wanted to flex my writing but didn’t have time to do it.

I’ve moved to New York, left New York and moved back, only to leave and do it all over again.

All in search of my voice.

Of meaning.

Of bacon.

I write it all here.

I know what you’re thinking:

Typical.

Nothing here makes me want to read further.

What makes you different, Karen? WHAT?!

Well, I could say I’m a first-generation immigrant from the Philippines, but then you’d probably expect all my entries to be about the hardships of COMING TO AMERICA.

I could say I’m a woman who believes in being a badass independent woman, but then you’d probably expect all my entries to be about GIRL POWER WHAT WHAT.

I could also say I’m a double-whammy: not only am I a woman in a male-dominated industry, I am also an ethnic minority. But then you’d probably think, DAMN. SHE GON’ WRITE ABOUT ASIAN TAMPONS. (As you read this, by the way, Asian parents everywhere are linking my blog to all their friends, saying: Do not let our daughters grow up to be this.)

But no.

I mean yes.

I am all those things, but I’m not limited to those things. Life is more fluid than that. I’m more fluid than that (Is it now safe to start comparing myself to my beverage of choice? Like whiskey. Or pickle juice. Whiskey AND pickle juice.)

What it all boils down to is this:

I’m happy with the cliché.

Because at least it’s true.

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THE STUFF I WRITE

On New York
The Plight Of The Central-Air Challenged
Living in New York forces you to be tough. Until the A/C breaks.

The Most Exciting Thing
When the Fear Of Missing Out becomes the Fear Of Missing Nothing.

In Five Months
In New York, nothing stays the same. Especially roommates.

On Writing
Sorry, Mom
After I got laid off from the paper, my mom suggested I study nursing.
This writer responded in typical writer fashion: dramatically.

A Mosh Pit Full Of Fist Pumps
To find your voice, you have to leave some parts and people behind.
Even the ones you love.

Love And Life And Writing
The raw and honest truth of what happens when people don’t understand what you’re doing.

On Creativity
The Patent And The Instagram
Nerd rage. It’s real.

On Travel
The Point Of No Return
Biking in San Francisco when you bike once every never is probably not a good idea.
Except when it is.

A Rock And A White Place
When in Vegas, go hiking. I’m serious.

Into The Rabbit Hole
To leave your comfort zone, you must be OK with
being completely awkward and uncomfortable.

The Art Of Undocumenting
In travel, who you go with is just as important as where.

On Life
On Looking And Being A Certain Age
I’m older than I look. You can trust me with the facts of life. And beer.

On Love
Love and Life And Writing
When you break up with someone, you break up with more than one person.

How To Cross The Street
You can tell a lot about a couple by the way they cross the street.

9 thoughts on “about

  1. Pingback: Blogging to Get a Job, Job Search 2.0 | CareerEnlightenment.net

  2. Hi Karen,

    I read through some of your posts. Traveling, writing, and photography – is a neat combination:) and I guess it sums up to make Journalism.

    Warm Regards,
    Shafali

  3. Aaawww i love it! You inspire me to keep up with my [secret] blog but I seem to always find “other” things to do! Keep it up! Love your blogs/posts, as always =o)

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