Hurricane Sandy changed my life. One-man-banding in the boroughs of New York City in 2012, carrying 30 pounds of equipment on the subway while my fellow residents carried the weight of the world — each one with a story to tell, in hopes that someone would care enough to listen. That string of days of reporting is what shifted my focus from women’s magazines to local news.
Leaving the world of women’s magazines meant leaving NYC – and somehow, I found my way to Alaska. But what’s sticking with me now, even in Anchorage, is the innate love of storytelling. I entered the journalism field at a time when digital natives were needed the most. The storytelling landscape back then was actively changing — and still is. But what hasn’t changed is the need for news (however we consume it) and, of course, someone to tell those stories.