Not taken by me. Stock photo from creative commons.

Covering my first fatality

When I returned to the newsroom all I really wanted was a stiff drink.
Instead I had fruit salad.
As we sat at my editor’s desk scrolling through the 100 or so photos we had taken, any chocolate, sugar or caffeine would have been appreciated.
Instead I had pineapple.

Entering the newspaper industry

What a month to enter the professional world of journalism. Harvey, Irma, Mexico, Las Vegas, North Korea, California, Somalia, the list goes on. What a month for humanity really. It…

Falling back in love with writing 

I’ve always enjoyed writing, ever since I was a small child, but I’ve never considered myself a writer. Although I have a manuscript of my own rendition of a Mary-Kate…