So about me.
I have been writing since I won a city-wide contest in fourth grade titled “What America Means to Me.” I wish I could remember what moved my 10-year-old-self so much (I could really use those youthful endorphins right now), but they told me I made the Marlboro Junior Women’s Club judges cry.
I was hooked.
From a greatly intimidated journalism student at Syracuse University to a not-intimidated-at-all newspaper reporter in New Hampshire, I’ve always enjoyed looking at the everyday pieces of life that moves us. What makes us feel good about ourselves and why some things work better than others. My favorite stories were about what brings people and their places together, from a down-on-its-luck downtown to teen-age Goths to couples celebrating their 50th wedding anniversaries.
I like to listen. I wear my heart on my sleeve, which I’ve come to see as a positive truth.
Fast forward almost 25 years — two children, three countries, nine houses and countless volunteer hours later — and I’m back at it.
Welcome to my world, especially you London, and wherever else my fancy takes me.