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Jamil and I have been traveling to Italy since we met. Truly. In June 2007, Jamil and I took our first trip together. He met me in Turin after I’d spent a week in Florence with my best friend, Jennifer, and her mother and sister. We drove up into the hills of Piemonte (or was it Lombardy?… the Italian regions in the North tend to overlap for me) and checked into a verdant, delightful agriturismo, a running farm that also hosts guests. We navigated the twisting highways of Genoa on the way to Pisa, where we not only saw the iconic tower, which really leans, but also collected Jamil’s misplaced luggage, which Continental had so graciously delivered to the Pisa airport because of its relative proximity to the agriturismo. Nothing was actually close to that agriturismo, nothing but the gravel road at a 30% grade that led treacherously up the craggy hillside and threatened to pull our Fiat Punto back to the autostrada. So, we didn’t blame the airline for opting out of a direct delivery. And that impromptu schlep to the Pisa airport gave Jamil his first brush with what my dad fondly refers to as “the abrasions of travel”. You inevitably encounter inconveniences when you fly thousands of miles from your comfort zone, and if you’ve got a somewhat sunny disposition about those glitches, you often find those are the stories you laugh about and relish later. We still talk about the humble supermarket where we stopped to buy groceries in Pisa. (That morning, the agriturismo unceremoniously and unapologetically informed us that dinner would not be served, despite the fact that driving at night on that godforsaken road was a death wish.) Determined to cook on the tiny kitchenette stove in our room, we purchased unmarked sausages in a Styrofoam container and an array of vegetables that I can no longer recall. All I remember are those incredible sausages, probably the best we’ve ever prepared. It was a highlight of that trip.

I felt like I might dedicate a few posts to the abrasions of travel we’ve faced, mostly since Josephine was born, because as with that surprise trip to Pisa, we’re still talking about those mishaps. Stay tuned.

Author: Jessica Givens

I feel like I need to address this point because so many people would dread traveling with their in-laws under any circumstances. Add to that the fact that my dad’s back has gotten pretty bad, and he can’t make it on our long power walks anymore or navigate bumpy streets without giving us anxiety that he’s going to fall (glad we did Pompeii when we did!). Oh, and he’s also lost most of his hearing. Plus, my mom has a whole array of health problems. I won’t go into detail, but believe you me, it’s made her the best customer any foreign pharmacy could ever want. We literally have to stop 5-10 times a day at various pharmacies, and while it drives us a little nuts, it’s just part of the experience. The quirkiness is kind of awesome. 

My parents have always been adventurous travelers. Their honeymoon alone amazes me. No Cancun or Grand Canyon for them! Nope. Instead, they flew to El Paso and caught a second-class train to Mexico City, where they then hopped onto a second (or maybe third) class bus, filled with chickens and other small livestock, and rode through interior Mexico to reach a once-glamorous resort in the town of Tehuacan. Needless to say, the bloom of that hotel was off the rose — tennis courts overgrown with weeds, clotted tomato juice in the Bloody Marys, cracked bowling balls — so they ventured back to Mexico City, only to get turista (Montezuma’s Revenge) and spend the remainder of their trip praying for a breeze in an unairconditioned inn. 

Experiences like that make them, if not completely flexible, quite comfortable rolling with punches. My dad has a phrase we repeat to Josephine regularly when a flight is delayed or a line at a rental counter snakes for 50 feet: “These are just the abrasions of travel.” And we have to face them with a positive attitude if we want to enjoy ourselves and appreciate the opportunity to see the world together.

My parents’ perspective adds so much fun to our trips. There wasn’t anything cooler than seeing my dad and Josephine equally in awe over the paintings in Queen Nefertari’s tomb. And does it get any better than taking your tiny child with your mom to the church your mom’s great grandparents built in a village in northern Lebanon? It really doesn’t. These are pinnacles of happiness in life. I’m glad Josephine gets to be there and experience that joy. 

So, back to why Jamil agrees to take these trips… Although he sometimes serves as a pack mule, unloading 10 bags or so from the carousel at the airport, and performs a whole host of unsung tasks (running to buy water, seeing each of my parents safely down a flight of stairs, coordinating bellhops and porters, etc.), Jamil loves the hustle and bustle and the closeness. 

His parents didn’t do any traveling at all. His mom moved from Israel to the middle of Texas and never went abroad again, to my knowledge. His dad was not an interesting dude, either. I say this objectively; he really wasn’t. So they were essentially the polar opposites of my parents, who simply never have a dull moment. The travel is fun, and we want Josephine to absorb as much of that energy as she can. It’s making her more adaptable, interesting, and wise.

Author: Jessica Givens

As an only child, I’ve always spent a ton of time with my parents, and when we started traveling with Josephine, we included them without a second thought. Little did I know that what I thought was merely a family vacation would provide such important opportunities to introduce Josephine to her history and identity. Vacations allow for significantly more facetime than everyday interactions do, simply because we’re all sandwiched together. When we’re on trips with my parents, Josephine eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the whole squad; she ambles through the nooks and crannies of foreign cities with said squad; she navigates the challenges of delayed luggage and canceled flights with said squad, as well. 

All of those activities are wellsprings of discussion: the time my parents discovered coddled eggs in the UK, for one. Also, the time when they threw back their heads and played the pimientos de Padron drinking game in Madrid with my mom’s cousin Charlotte, who departed for Spain for some unexplained reason and helped open Madrid’s first hamburger shop (called Knights and Squires — it is very bad. Do not try it.). Lastly, the time our flight home to the U.S. from Madrid was canceled right before my dad had a case to try in D.C., and during our meanderings around that airport, seeking solutions, he ran up a stalled escalator that started moving downward while he was mid-jog. 

There are SO MANY stories that might not have ever come up if we hadn’t experienced those prolonged periods together, that continuous shared company. And while those experiences aren’t really a part of Josephine’s DNA, they’re fascinating and/or funny. They’re stories she can latch onto, and stories she may very well tell her own children one day. I love being in that detached universe, where all we have is one another.

Author: Jessica Givens

Rome may be the most magical city on Earth. I say “may be” because I often feel that wherever I am is the most magical city on Earth. However, Rome is a place I can visit over and over and never get bored. We’ve taken Josephine there four times. Maybe that’s why she’s so obsessed with pasta?

Each time we’ve visited Rome with Josephine, it’s been during the winter, when the Christmas lights are in full effect in every street and the air is just crispy enough for a trenchcoat over your sweater. It’s an incredible time to stand at the foot of the Spanish Steps with a bag of roasted chestnuts (which never taste quite as good as they smell). The city isn’t overflowing with tourists, but the hustle-and-bustle is just as pervasive as during the summer — it’s that unmistakable Christmasy energy. I just can’t get enough of it.

This past season was somewhat different from years past, though. It was our first trip to Europe in two years; like so many, we’d been homebound by the pandemic. To make the most of the experience, we decided to go not only to our old haunts in Rome but also to Egypt and Jordan, where we’d never ventured before. Consequently, we had to leave a little earlier than ever before and spend our first Christmas away from Houston in decades.

I was a little nervous about Christmas abroad with Josephine. She worried that Santa might not find us in Rome, and I worried that she’d miss the festivity of family, the warmth of Christmas morning next to our own tree. Still, I packed our bags, determined to make it incredible — BUT forgot her gifts!

We spent Christmas Eve (my birthday) on the hunt for replacement presents and wrapping paper, no small request the day before Christmas. Jamil and I pounded the pavement, pushing Jojo in her stroller because her little legs were firmly opposed to further walking. At each store, she’d get out and peruse the offerings. Little Pinocchio figurines? No one really wants to play with a wooden doll. Giant, stuffed gladiators? Those wouldn’t fit in the suitcase. Ultimately, while Jojo’s back was turned, I bought some LOL Surprize dolls and prayed she’d find them entertaining enough.

As I’ve explained before, I think that exposing kids to conversations and experiences with adults is key to their maturity. On this trip to Rome, we were lucky enough to travel not only with my parents but also with my godmother, my Aunt Donna, and her boyfriend, Roger. 

We selected an amazing restaurant, Ristorante Gallura, for Christmas Eve dinner. It was quite elegant, and Jojo was expected to be on her best behavior. Dinner began at 9PM, and we ordered multiple courses. With each course, we made sure to select something Josephine might  enjoy — the calamari in the fritto misto, the parmigiano and prosciutto, a gorgeous spaghetti alla vongole, and of course, dessert.

Josephine’s culinary exposure matters a great deal to us. We want her to be able to find something to eat on any (good) menu. If a restaurant has a children’s menu, we let her order from it, but if there isn’t one, we read the menu to her until something piques her interest. She loves seafood, vegetables, chicken, pork, lamb, beef. You name it. That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally turn up her nose at something we put before her. She’s firmly opposed to jelly, for instance. She detests blueberries for some reason, too. Nothing can change her mind. I don’t even try. I despised mayonnaise and avocado; Jamil hated lima beans. Those little quirks distinguished us from the crowd.

We left Ristorante Gallura that night at almost midnight. Josephine never uttered a word of complaint. She also never got to look at an iPad. I wanted to reflect on why I think she’s so collected in these situations. We’ve been taking Josephine to nice restaurants since she was in utero. While she was in a carrier, we took her to restaurants regularly. She slept while we ended the night with a martini. When she got old enough to sit up in a restaurant and participate, we encouraged her to sit with us, drawing on notepads or coloring on children’s menus; if she got tired, we pulled her car seat out of the car, and she passed out by the table. 

At Gallura, we got a large table that had an upholstered bench with pillows on one side. She could frolic over there and even lie down. We’ve done that at multiple restaurants, given her little work spots, so she could entertain herself. We also avoid the common tendency to have her food brought out first. She can eat the bread and enjoy the appetizers, but she can’t get her meal 30 minutes before everyone else. What’s the point? Then, she’ll be ready to leave when we’re sinking into the best course. Nope. She waits it out, and she always has. If she gets too tired to see the meal through to the end, she can fall asleep on the bench or in my arms (more than likely, though, Jamil’s!). By expecting her to abide by the same standards as the adults around her, we build Josephine’s confidence and give her experience modeling the traits that will one day add to her success. I know this strategy may not work for everyone, but it’s what we’ve done from Day One, and it’s served us well so far!

Enjoy the photo gallery from our trip below.

Author: Jessica Givens

Our parenting strategy revolves around exposing Josephine to as many ideas, cultures, people, and possibilities as we can. We believe firmly in the value of children getting comfortable around adults, learning to have mature conversations at a young age, and developing the poise to talk to (harmless) strangers. We also think that cultural exploration and exotic adventures cultivate an accepting and eager character. 

Consequently, we bring many people of all ages in and out of Josephine’s life. We expect her to sit at a real, grownup dinner table with no technology besides a bag of Legos and a coloring book. Because our schedules are demanding, we don’t get to spend as much time with her as we’d like throughout the school year. We hired an amazing nanny when Josephine was born, and we credit Julie with furthering Josephine’s development. But we also seize opportunities to have immersive experiences with Josephine, so she can absorb as much of our beliefs, practices, and passions as possible.

For as much time as work and school will allow, we cart her all over the world. On those trips, we take her to museums and historical sites. We eat in all types of restaurants. We walk unfamiliar streets and play in new parks. In the process, we hope we’re giving Josephine an open mind. We hope we’re inspiring her to think big. 

Stay tuned for my next post where I talk all about Josephine’s experience in the most magical city on Earth, Rome!

Author: Jessica Givens.

Every time people hear what Jamil and I do for a living, they immediately exclaim, “Oh, she’s going to be set for applying to colleges!” And maybe in some ways they’re right. We do have unusually deep knowledge about how students make themselves stand out in the application process. We do understand what programs exist to boost student resumes and enrich their image. However, what people don’t anticipate is that, for many reasons, we’re simply not wrapped up in any of that. Here are a few:

1. We work with some of the most successful, entrepreneurial people in the world, and hardly any of them went to an illustrious college.
2. We know that this is an evolving process. Even if we did try to carve out a stellar path for Josephine, the chances are, they’d change the rules of the game just as we reached the finish line. There’s no sense in trying to control something that’s truly beyond our grasp.
3. We don’t believe in engineering a human being’s resume. We want Jojo to dig deeply into her core and find her passions. We want her to do cool things because she loves them, not fabricated things because she wants to impress an admissions committee (that may or may not spend more than 20 seconds on her application). 

With those ideas in mind, we’ve come up with our own parenting plan, one that echoes our values and that we hope will enhance Josephine’s dynamism, so she can succeed in all aspects of life, regardless of what university winds up being her alma mater.

I decided to create this blog several years ago when I realized that we were doing things somewhat differently from other parents, and I’ve been accumulating content since Josephine was about six months old. What took so long, you ask? Well, first, I wanted a deep well of experiences to pull from to write interesting posts. Second, I felt like I had to verify that I would really stick to my guns and raise Jojo the way I said I intended to; after all, plans change! Third, I’ve been working like crazy since the day she was born to build a business, and in my spare time, I’ve been attending law school. But now, here we are, and How to Raise a Jojo is finally making its debut! I hope you enjoy it.

Author: Jessica Givens

We have an intensive summer ACT course beginning on July 20th. The class will meet Monday/Wednesday/Friday for two weeks, three hours per day, for 18 hours of coursework. There will also be a mock test on Sunday, August 2nd. This class will be led by our Senior Test Prep Consultant, Errolynn Zetar.

We are happy to answer any questions you may have. If you would like references about Errolynn’s unique expertise, we will provide them, send us an email at info@allinoneacademics.com.

Summer ACT Course

Dates: Monday/Wednesday/Friday

July 20th, 22nd, 24th and July  27th, 29th, 31st, plus a test on August 2nd

Location: 1973 West Gray, Suite 17, Houston, TX 77019

Cost: $1,500

To sign up, please click here. This is a special summer opportunity to take advantage of!

It’s true: summer will be here soon. Before you get swallowed up in end of the school year activities and summer vacation planning – join us for a free college admissions information session! On Saturday, May 16th, our president, Jessica Givens, will be delivering her engaging and informative presentation “Five Secrets to College Admissions Gold” at our office on West Gray.

Too many parents, students and counselors are operating with out-dated assumptions about what works and are blind-sided by often-avoidable rejection letters. Join us to learn about how to navigate the ever-changing college admissions process. This session is geared toward parents of students between eighth and eleventh grade but anyone is welcome.

Jessica Givens / All-in-One Academics

Five Secrets to College Admissions Gold

Saturday, May 16th from 1:00pm – 2:00pm

River Oaks Shopping Center, Second Floor

1973 W. Gray Suite #17 Houston, TX 77019

We have had a great response to this presentation in years past – please join us! The information session will also include a brief discussion about our upcoming College Application Crash Courses for high school juniors. Space is limited so please let us know if you’ll be attending. To RSVP, send an email to may@allinoneacademics.com or call 713.405.1193. We hope to see you there!

We are happy to share a new workshop with graduating seniors who will be starting college in the fall: Conquering College!