Jen V. Silveira

To fund my addiction to French fries and Kate Spade New York, I am an Administrative Assistant II to the C-suite at a non-profit organization that serves older adults. (I am a Xerox machine whisperer, and mail merge is my modus operandi.)  But underneath my shiny, highly organized, candy-coated exterior, I am a 40-something riot grrrl with a manic mouth, and a singular death wish: to die from a predictable, unsurprising, “We all saw that one coming” death…  before I get Alzheimer’s.