Across the Northeast, startled residents wondered what the shaking was
I was a contributor on this team story, which originally appeared in The New York Times April 5, 2024 Across much of the Northeast, even in areas that were more…
I am a feminist, Southern storyteller and reporter that doggedly looks at the world with a critical eye.
I am a Teaching Assistant Professor of Journalism and freelance multimedia journalist based in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
Although news reporting is my first love, I have a passion for writing editorials, opinion pieces and first-person essays, a craft I’ve honed after years of reporting almost every beat, across media. Early in my career I was the only woman/person under 40 on an editorial board and it taught me how to thoughtfully be heard.
I am reluctantly resilient. I am a survivor of postpartum depression and a maternal mortality near miss, as well as a direct hit from a tornado. I have lost loved ones to gun violence. Since childhood I have lived with Type 1 diabetes. As a single mom, I raised an autistic child. These experiences have made me an empathetic reporter, a stronger person and someone who doesn’t waste time.
Journalism, Essays, & Reviews
My work, which has spanned print, online, TV, radio and podcasting – received awards from the National Society of News Columnists in 2024 and National Federation of Press Women in 2025. I am a freelance contractor for various outlets including The New York Times, The Associated Press and the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, where I write book reviews.
I believe in the nuances of stories; the gray area between the shouting sides that so often get attention. I explore those nuances through opinion columns and I was elected president of the National Society of News Columnists in 2024 for a two-year term. To explore those gray areas in my own profession, I completed a one-year 10,000 mile journey to chronicle journalism in America, which earned awards from the Society of Professional Journalists and the National Federation of Press Women, among others.
A walk through the cemetery with Dickens
My mingling of Christmas with death and mysticism harkens back to my youth, when Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” was a staple in our home. On holiday breaks from school after playing outside, the sunset came devilishly early. To beat back the darkness and cold, I would lie on the living room carpet by the fireplace and read, hands propped under my chin.
Teens in a war zone
This book is not a solution, as much as a reflection on how humans can band together even as the world explodes around them. The author’s father was a fireman during and before the Blitz