About Jean

When I look back on my life as a whole, the work I do makes perfect sense. Take it piece by piece, though, and with any single element you might be surprised. Let me explain.

I grew up in the Midwest – Michigan, Wisconsin, Indiana, West Virginia – raised by a college professor father and a mother who alternately ran a school library and taught everything from second grade to college statistics (impressive, I know).  We certainly had enough money for the things we needed, but we lived modestly, picnicking out of the back of the station wagon on our trip to the Grand Canyon because it was cheaper than McDonalds.  If my two brothers or I wanted things above and beyond the basics, it was up to us to buy them so I always worked.  And I always saved.

Until college. I went to school at the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia where my grandparents lived close enough so they could keep an eye on me and what seemed like a disproportionate number of students came from money.  The girls nonchalantly wore pearls with their Benetton sweaters and Guess jeans (it was the ‘80s).  And very quickly I got caught up.

I had known since freshman year what I wanted to do with my life.  I wanted to be a journalist.  I wanted to write for magazines.  I practically lived at the school paper.  Every summer I had internships that took me further in that direction.  But upon graduation I had two job offers: One to be an editorial assistant at New Woman magazine for $12,000 a year, the other to enter the management training program for a department store called G. Fox.  It paid twice that.  Not enough to buy most cars today.  I took it.

It took me three months of wondering every day what I was doing walking into that junior department to quit.  I found another editorial assistant position – one that paid even less – but I was thrilled to have it.  I taught SATs on the side to support the rent in my Brooklyn apartment.  It was then I learned, money is important.  But it’s not all about the money.

And in hindsight, I was fortunate to have the second job, which put me in the position of reporting on business for Working Woman magazine rather than the first, which would have put me on the fashion track.  I ate it up.  I discovered that numbers could tell a story all their own.  And so, when I was ready to leave Working Woman a few years later, I was determined to find work at a big business magazine – a place like Fortune or Forbes.  They weren’t biting. When I finally used a connection to grab some face time with the chief of reporters at Forbes, he took a look at my clips and my resume and told me to go get an MBA.

Well, the idea of paying $40,000 a year so that I could earn half that didn’t resonate with me.  So I freelanced for a little while.  I did a short stint at a travel magazine. I went to cooking school.  And finally I decided to look for a job on Wall Street. I thought about what Wall Street’s research analysts did – they interviewed CEOs, crunched numbers, wrote reports – and I figured it was pretty much what business journalists did.  And on Wall Street, it was fairly easy to convince a couple of analysts it might be handy to have me around to write their reports.  I did it for a few years, learned how to read a balance sheet from the pros, and when I re-applied to Forbes I had a job in two weeks.

I was a fact-checker.  And I was proud of it.  I worked until two in the morning, spent one weekend checking the first interview Michael Milken granted from jail and a week in L.A. helping to generate the list of highest paid celebrities.  I stayed a year then left for the opportunity to write my own stories – rather than check someone else’s – for the Wall Street Journal’s start-up personal finance publication, Smart Money.

It was 1992.  The personal finance revolution was just beginning. This was the first time individuals were investing en masse, taking control of their own retirement dollars in their own 401(k)s, using the fledgling Internet to make better shopping decisions about everything from cars, to real estate to healthcare. I had a seat at the table and I loved it – because in my mind I wasn’t writing about money.  I was writing about people and how they used money to enable them to do the things they wanted with their lives.

It was while I was at SmartMoney that I was tapped to be the financial editor of NBC’s Today show.  I’ve always believed that I got this job because I found a way to make difficult subjects understandable – to lay them out in plain English.   I did it for you, but – make no mistake – I also did it for me.

Along the career path I just described for you, which eventually took me to Money magazine, Oprah radio, More magazine and the New York Daily News, I made plenty of money mistakes.  I spent more than I made, racking up high interest rate credit card debt equal to a full half year’s salary.  I withdrew money from my 401(k) rather than rolling it over when I left my first job – costing myself taxes and penalties.   And I ceded control of way too much of the money in my life to others.  I realized that I needed to understand money so that I could fix what was wrong in my financial life – and by understanding it, and by fixing it, I was then able to explain what I was doing to anyone who was willing to listen.

Since then – thanks in great part to all of the listeners and readers who started talking to me –  I have continued to learn and explore the subjects and problems that seem to be most, well, problematic.  Debt has been a huge issue for me ever since I realized – back at the turn of the decade – that Americans owned a smaller share of their homes than at any time in the past 60 years.  Not only that, we owned a smaller share of our cars.  We were borrowing more on our educations.  So I wrote Pay It Down and put America on a Debt Diet.

I have been working in the trenches with real people and their real money for close to two decades now.  I have written books on everything from money and happiness (The 10 Commandments of Financial Happiness) to women and money (Make Money Not Excuses) to how to thrive in a tough economy (The Difference). And my basic philosophy hasn’t changed. If you want to own your life, you have to own your money.  That means earning a decent living, spending less than you make, investing the money you don’t spend and protecting everything that you’ve built.  It means you teach your kids these concepts – even when, as I know from personal experience, they don’t want to hear it. They just want you to pull out the credit card and buy those Juicy jeans.

I joke, but I am so fortunate to have two great teenagers to share my life.  And my mother.  Great friends.  A cockapoo.  And soon, a new husband.

We live in the suburbs of New York in a smaller house than we could afford and we do it by choice. I’ve learned that I like a simpler life.  I like knowing that I have money in the bank for the future – it makes me feel safer, a better person, a better parent.   We do homework – they finish theirs, I finish mine – before dinner. And though I don’t use many of the knife skills I polished in cooking school, I’ve recently mastered the art of the slider. After dinner we may sit together for a little while and watch American Idol or repair to separate corners so that some of us can watch House and 24 while the others dig into The Bachelor (you can guess.)

I’m doing my best to raise them knowing more than I did about their finances so that they don’t have to go through credit card hell, don’t have to fight with a credit bureau to get negative information off one of their reports.  But I also know that sometimes you have to let your children learn things on their own.  And that one of the reasons I am still so fascinated by your lives and your money is that you – my readers, my listeners, my viewers, my friends — continue to teach me things every day.

Thank you for visiting.  I hope you come back often.

Jean