When I tell people what I love about my job, I usually talk about the intellectual stimulation, the chance to meet interesting people, the importance of a free press, the lack of monotony, the
crazy flexible hours, the huge pay and benefits ... oh wait.
Truth? I get paid to be nosy. Being a journalist (and blogger) gives you a unique entree into people's lives.
Big news in the neighborhood.
I was walking home after dropping my daughter off at school one morning and absentmindedly looked across the street at a house that’s been on the market since August 2010.
Then I did a double take. Was there actually a “SOLD” sign out front?
... here's a little pick-me-up.
It was cleaning day in the newsroom last week, and as I was going through old files and recycling and tossing I glanced down at the word magnets on my desk drawer.
My daughter likes to play with them when she's here waiting for me to finish an assignment. I hadn't noticed her latest creation:
I have a confession to make: I am a slug.
Not that I don't work hard (most weeks, anyway). In fact, my job has kept me so busy these past few months (investigations, confrontations, resignations) that I haven't really had much time to blog.
In a moment of weakness, many months ago, my husband volunteered (well, I volunteered us, meaning him) to chaperone a bunch of middle-school band students at Disney World over spring break.
I was (pretty) confident he was up to the task. What I didn’t know is that he would set a new chaperone record.