In the midst of thinking about all the bad things that happened in 2016, it was easy to forget the good things that happened, and even feel a little guilty if your personal life the past 365 days did not resemble a garbage fire.
in all this hand-wringing about what the media did wrong, I find it pretty annoying that journalism organizations and journalists themselves are being blamed for not living outside of major cities.
The “parody” account with my name and photos was taken down late last week. Even though it was only one account, I felt physically and emotionally affected by it for a few days.
Today, a friend alerted me a fake Twitter account had been created with photos I had posted. Here is what that looks like.
I started blogging 15 years ago. There’s value in writing something longer, with actual paragraphs and bigger thoughts. It’s easier to read and find older blog posts. And because they take longer to put together, blog posts feel less disposable compared to Tweets.
Last night, I wrote about being here at Columbia University for my MA program and feeling like I was getting a j-school do-over.
And then I wrote out what I could.
A big part of me wanted to win at the National Magazine Awards. I had a great speech I had worked on all week inside of my head. I wore a super glamorous dress. And I wanted the chance to say something bigger about the industry itself.