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Newsroom Ode #9: Echoes from an empty desk

Newsroom Ode #9: Echoes from an empty desk

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the ninth and penultimate in a series of Monday odes that chronicle the legacy newsroom. Each is written from a different first-person perspective. Together they create the…
Raw first stories from the Appalachian Trail

Raw first stories from the Appalachian Trail

When I first discovered that Earl Shaffer — the first man acknowledged to have hiked the entire 2,200-mile Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine — lived nearby, I went through…
Building a museum with jars of dirt, and building stories from the ground up

Building a museum with jars of dirt, and building stories from the ground up

 One day last October, Cara Solomon sat alone in an empty field in Alabama, the unmarked site of a lynching. She wasn’t carrying a reporter’s notebook or thinking yet about…
Newsroom Ode #8:  Podium pontifications

Newsroom Ode #8: Podium pontifications

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the eighth in a series of Monday odes that chronicle the legacy newsroom. Each is written from a different first-person perspective. Together they create the mumbled narrative…
Can a soundtrack ease you through a story?

Can a soundtrack ease you through a story?

A veteran journalist tuned into music to turn on her writing
"I’m thinking longer term, in geologic time, doing just what I can each day and not putting it off because it won’t be brilliant."

“I’m thinking longer term, in geologic time, doing just what I can each day and not putting it off because it won’t be brilliant.”

—From Amy Liptrot, in her memoir "The Outrun"
What the "Insect Apocalypse" reveals about faulty human memory

What the “Insect Apocalypse” reveals about faulty human memory

Brooke Jarvis takes windshield wipers to environmental blindness
Newsroom Ode #7: Desperation calls the consultant

Newsroom Ode #7: Desperation calls the consultant

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the seventh in a series of Monday odes that chronicle the legacy newsroom. Each is written from different first-person perspective. Together they create the mumbled narrative of…
Forget the chocolates. Tell a story instead

Forget the chocolates. Tell a story instead

I‘m not much on Valentine’s Day. I liked the grade school tradition of exchanging Valentine’s Day cards with classmates. (Is that just a U.S. thing?) Each of us was supposed…

“I work like a watchmaker or an old-fashioned silversmith: one eye screwed up… ”

—From the memoir "A Tale of Love and Darkness" by Amos Oz