Mother F’Atude

My favorite part of writing a story is the moment after I finish transcribing all of my interviews and have sorted my research. I sit before an empty document on my computer and wait. Within a few seconds (or minutes) the story starts to tell itself and I just write...

Side Hustles are Life Preservers

  My father has been dead since September 12th, 2001. That was a bad month on a lot of levels. The country was reeling from the terrorist attacks and I was racing home from a trip to Monterey to be at my dad’s bedside as he was taking his final breaths. He was...

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...

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...