How do you say … Words as catalyst

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“How do you say ‘apricot?’” It always happens when people come together, this comparison of speech. Our different accents, languages identify us culturally, geographically. We can wear it like a name tag, calling… Continue reading

On print journalism and what I wish I’d known first

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Sometimes, when words fail, I’ll sit and listen to the rhythm of the office around me. The distribution manager talking about delivery complaints and manifests, soothing customers in her soft Canadian accent I… Continue reading

E&P 35 under 25 and what modesty really means

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Today, Editor & Publisher’s “25 under 25″ list was released, including my name for improvements made under my tenure as editor in chief of The Sun. The editors had told me about the… Continue reading

A benediction of the deadline

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After I graduated from my MFA program at Goddard College, I went a little crazy. Deep in the throes of post-graduation panic (a sentence my brutal second-semester adviser would never have let stand),… Continue reading

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

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Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent for the Catholic community. Attending Catholic school as a kid, we all filed down the hallway to the church, rustling in our starched wool… Continue reading

Pictures as memories

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  Our paper has received a lot of obituaries, the past few weeks. I think it’s the cold. Usually, we print a page of them, 10 or 12 lives memorialized by a list… Continue reading

The basketball girls

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Molly, Shawn and Krystina walked up and down the hallway, arms linked, footsteps echoing on the tiled floor, off the walls that still smelled faintly of fresh paint. Their sobs echoed too, the… Continue reading

Money can’t buy me love

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“Chair covers,” I nearly shouted, to my iPad and the cat, neither of whom were really listening too intently. “The hell needs chair covers?” And not just chair covers. Table runners, escort cards… Continue reading

Giving thanks, today and every day

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Today, social media lights up with status updates, tweets and posts about the beauty of life, from as many different perspectives as friends and followers. It’s a precious succession of pearls, lovely little… Continue reading

We are all Ferguson. Whoever we are.

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Ferguson is burning. If you’re not burning with it, shame on your empathy-evacuated soul. On Aug. 9, police officer Darren Wilson shot and killed Michael Brown on a residential street in Ferguson, near… Continue reading