Read The Glass

"Read the glass" he would say with no small amount of snark. This was one of my favorite producer's way of telling me that ad lib time was tight. He would say this through my interruptible foldback during the newscast when he wanted me to stick to the script. The IFB...

Quieting the Plows on the Rage Farm

As January closes, I know you've been working hard to get your year started off right. Many have taken social media moratoriums after becoming exhausted by politics in their timelines (here is a quick FB fix for that by the way:...

A Fresh Agenda

Imagine waking up each morning, reaching over to your nightstand and finding a beautifully made martini. You could spend the first 10 minutes of your day, lying in bed, sipping the drink and anticipating the buzz. Sure, it might keep you from accomplishing much before...

Scooping Out the Marrow

The email came with anger and accusations. We had just signed off the late news and I was packing up, exhausted and ready for bed. The lead story that night was about an unsolved murder, one of our "embed" stories that spent 8 minutes exploring one topic.  We...

The Perfect Punch in the Face

I remember everything about that first punch in the face.  I can clearly see the fist heading toward my right eye, as if someone hit the slow motion button.  I could make out individual hairs on his arm, saw a bead of sweat fall from the edge of his wrist wrap then...

Embrace the Chaos

My husband and I spent this Summer putting out fires.  Illness, injury, cancelled vacations, unexpected bumps and bruises, a death, disappointment in some relationships and clarity on many things that truly matter.   All of this made for a Summer we'll be glad to kiss...