Shasta: The Return to Journalism
Life can change so quickly.
Little more than a month ago, I was a stay-at-home mom, and seemed destined to stay that way at least until the kids went to full-time school. Tired, drained and pulled in a million directions, I was ready to quit my tiny freelance reporting gig — because: who am I kidding? There's no way I'm getting my career in print news back.
A few nights ago, I sat across from the former editor of Portland Monthly magazine at a $125-per-head charity dinner and introduced myself as the new Clackamas County reporter for the Portland Tribune.
And it was true.
Out of nowhere, my life has been turned upside-down. If there is any such thing as a Mommy War, I have defected to the other side.
And I love it.
Don't get me wrong — moms who enjoy hanging out with their kids all day are heroes and deserve waaaaaaaay more accolades than they get.
It's just really not for me.
This morning I woke up, put on heels and walked out the door before one of my kids was ev…
Little more than a month ago, I was a stay-at-home mom, and seemed destined to stay that way at least until the kids went to full-time school. Tired, drained and pulled in a million directions, I was ready to quit my tiny freelance reporting gig — because: who am I kidding? There's no way I'm getting my career in print news back.
A few nights ago, I sat across from the former editor of Portland Monthly magazine at a $125-per-head charity dinner and introduced myself as the new Clackamas County reporter for the Portland Tribune.
And it was true.
Out of nowhere, my life has been turned upside-down. If there is any such thing as a Mommy War, I have defected to the other side.
And I love it.
Don't get me wrong — moms who enjoy hanging out with their kids all day are heroes and deserve waaaaaaaay more accolades than they get.
It's just really not for me.
This morning I woke up, put on heels and walked out the door before one of my kids was ev…
