I worked as philanthropy and society beat reporter for The Wall Street Journal’s Greater New York section for four years.
Arriving for an internship at the Off Duty section, I had moved to the “Big Apple” by myself, having never visited before (and I discovered that no one says “Big Apple”). My first meal was a plain bagel that I ordered as quickly as possible from a deli.
My editor, Ruth Altchek, gave me an Oscar de la Renta dress that she said she found under her desk when she had moved to that department.
I wore that beloved dress almost every week as I covered more than 100 galas and other celebratory events across Manhattan. I was so relieved to have something nice to wear when I met Gay Talese. He joked that I’m “Rupert Murdoch’s illegitimate granddaughter.”
Later, I met Rupert Murdoch at a gala.
He didn’t know who I was, but he encouraged me to keep writing. I met so many celebrities, but I was only star struck was by these two: Talese, who helped to define literary journalism, and Murdoch, who obviously owns one of the last legacy newspapers in the country. (Oh, and Kieran Hebden. And David Remnick.)
After five years in New York, my last meal in the city was a toasted everything bagel with Norwegian lox, scallion cream cheese, a thick slice of tomato, capers, and red onion, and a loaf of cinnamon babka for the road——from Russ & Daughters. One can really move up in the world in five years.
I recently relocated to Boulder, CO to get some fresh air and enjoy cycling. Here, I've had the opportunity to learn about accessing public records from David "FOIA Migoya" himself at an Investigative Reporters & Editors workshop.
Now, I'm searching for journalism opportunities in Boulder, Denver, and along the Front Range urban corridor in Colorado.
I’m also looking for the best bagels in the state; let me know if you find them.