The hardest part of moving away from home is feeling forgotten. I thought when I was getting my start in broadcast journalism nearly 2,000 miles away from home three years ago, I was going to keep every friend I had ever made up to that point and they would all be on the sidelines cheering… Continue reading Mastering the Art of Losing Friends
To the people who helped me realize: You tell me your stories with an open heart. With emotions that materialize and melt down your cheeks. You wipe them away with the same strength that allowed you to wipe away the burdens you’ve carried. You tell me your problems and I listen. I think of all… Continue reading An Open Letter To The People Who Helped Me Realize…
It took a long time for me to love myself. It was tough for me to accept me for me, flaws and all. It took a while to filter out the noise and stop listening and caring what other people said about me, what they did and didn’t like about me. And what came with… Continue reading The Laughter That Helped Me Succeed
“If you don’t point your camera the other way, I’m going to come over there and break it!” That’s the most recent aggravated comment someone made towards me while I was out filming people walking around in a blizzard. Journalists face harassment on a daily basis, myself included. Journalists are often seen as intrusive insects… Continue reading What Life Would Be Like Without These “Fake News” Outlets
If you’re reading this and you’re a reporter, this may end up just making you cry and leave you wishing you could spend more time in the gym after you evaluate your sad, truthful diet. If you’re a regular viewer and reading this, you gon’ learn today what reporters deal with out in the field… Continue reading Ever Wonder What A Reporter’s Diet Looks Like?
Coming straight from the thoughts of someone who is dating one.
The only person who can help you is you.
Might not be what you’d expect.
When does the desire to feel good end?
Not that I didn’t already respect cops.
Beehive 