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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.

We rented a 1968 Ford Mustang for a day!

Red. Vintage. Luxe. Top down, glasses on, wind whipping through our hair. We felt the epitome of cool as the mustang purred beneath us, gliding over the undulating road that…

My great American road trip

This summer I did a lot of driving. 6,147 miles (9,887km) or 86 hours to be exact. I drove from Texas to Arizona to Colorado to Pennsylvania, stopped in Western…

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…

How I spent one day in Chicago

Chicago is a beautiful city. Set on Lake Michigan with the Chicago River running through it, it has a gorgeous skyline that offers an eclectic mix of architecture — old,…

A travel guide to Presque Isle State Park

It’s not a ‘real’ beach, but it’s pretty darn close. I spent four years in Pennsylvania less than an hour down the road from Presque Isle State Park in Erie,…

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…