content marketer | multimedia journalist
Let’s pretend for a moment that it’s 1984. So instead of being my 30th birthday, today my mom is thirty, flirty and pregnant. This is the letter I would give to her as someone with insight into her life.
When I worked as a reporter in California, a woman named Irmgard would frequently call the newsroom. “I’m one of the last Rosie the Riveters,” she’d say. “You know her? That one flexing her muscle. I’m one of those.” One day, after talking with Irmgard a couple of times over the phone, I agreed to go visit her house in rural Mountain Ranch. We needed a feature story, and she sounded so passionate. What was there to lose?
I was sprinting through the airport — sneakers in one hand, laptop in the other — when I thought, “You’re doing this wrong.” Non-humble brag (wait, that’s just a brag): I’m normally a calm and prepared traveler who packs light and breezes through TSA. But during a trip to California earlier this month, I made a few bad moves and paid in exhaustion throughout my trip. Here, with three top tips to never follow, learn from my mistakes. Please.