I have a dented Bankers Box in my garage overflowing with old clips spanning more than two decades. I’m sentimental and can’t send them to the trash just yet. I know many journalists who have lost their bylines due to technology and newspapers going out of business. I am one of those, too. Links disappear or break. Ghost journalism.
My first byline was with The Burbank Leader. It was a paid internship and with that first paycheck, I had my sights on a lime green beach cruiser. That purchase ate up my entire check, but it was so satisfying. I was a real professional now.
As an editor at San Diego Parent magazine, I created local regional content for a national magazine chain, edited, shot photographs and managed freelancers. It never felt like a job. I had the privilege to interview Tony Hawk in my final national profile for the publication. The article was titled, “Rad Dad: Skateboarding Legend Tony Hawk Flies High off the Halfpipe but is Down to Earth at Home.” I didn’t write that headline. It looks and sounds so dated now, but I was very pregnant with my youngest daughter Haley when I interviewed him in North County. My daughter still boasts to others that she met him in utero.
In the 2000’s, freelancing opportunities were abundant. I wrote articles for Kids’ NewsDay, which was a fundraiser each October for Rady Children’s Hospital. Meeting the families and children was phenomenal. I can’t express how powerful this is and the journey these families and brave patients face. Here are some active links:
Remembering Timothy (To this day, this has been my most emotional and life affirming interview)
I also got to live vicariously through newlyweds by writing feature articles for a magazine supplement offered through the San Diego Union-Tribune, called Weddings San Diego.
Other freelance articles have run in The Southern Cross, the official newspaper of the Diocese of San Diego. My favorite assignment was meeting Sr. Helen Prejean at the University of San Diego. The piece was titled, “Dead Man Walking Nun Draws Tears, Applause at USD.” My oldest daughter accompanied me and took the photos for the piece. Sr. Helen may be small in stature with that infectious Louisiana accent, but definitely a saintly spitfire.