I didn’t mean to become a journalist; the local paper needed an obit clerk.

Fresh out of college with a degree in English & Writing, I convinced the editor to let me write a story. One story turned into more stories. Eventually, obits were a thing of the past. 

Though I enjoyed reporting on local politics and writing human interest stories, I briefly left the paper, moving to a freelance position, while I attended graduate school for creative nonfiction. At Emerson College I began telling my own stories. 

When the publisher asked me to return as the Managing Editor, I took the job and left school. Though I became burnt out from the relentless pressure of running a hollow newsroom, I still long to tell my neighbors’ stories– the ones worth cutting out and sticking on the refrigerator.

Today, I work with artists and nonprofits to help share their stories and support them as they make our community a more vibrant and inclusive place.