Stories I love
I still remember the article that made me want to become a reporter. It ran in the Los Angeles Times in November 2002, and it talked about eight men who […]
I still remember the article that made me want to become a reporter. It ran in the Los Angeles Times in November 2002, and it talked about eight men who […]
My husband, Zak, and I went to Australia in April. We stayed for two enchanting weeks. We saw the Opera House and Harbour Bridge in Sydney. We took the ferry […]
This January, I stopped working on Fridays. I gave up roughly $10,000 a year, or a fifth of my salary, to make this happen. It might seem strange or rash […]
My grandfather died in June 2011. He was 95. In February that year, he wrote me a letter in response to one that I had written to him a few […]
The most amazing thing happened the other day. We decided to get rid of our area rug. I’ve been celebrating ever since. It’s difficult to find the right words to […]
When I moved to Buffalo in 2009, my friend John summed up the impending winter like this: “By February, you’ll want to slit your wrist just to see some color.” […]
My first real job was at a smoothie bar, a place called Juice Appeal in Oakland, Calif. I started working there when I was about 17. Once a week, after […]