Greetings and salutations.
During my brief time practicing the art and craft of journalism, I’ve racked up a number of late nights filing deadline stories after long government meetings. I covered the indictment of a mayor and the ouster of a governor.
I’ve worked on investigations into a city’s fleet of aging firetrucks and a state’s strange backlog of pee tests. I’ve tracked dark money at the federal level, and, for good measure, almost got trampled in the aftermath of a Trump rally.
In rattling off this list, I don’t mean to come off as a snot-nosed kid who thinks she’s been everywhere and done all of that. Trust me, I’m fully aware of my snot-nosedness.
The point I’m trying to make is that I’m one of those people who, for whatever reason, needs to be in the mix. I’d rather miss a meal, a shower, a night’s sleep than miss out on a story.
I was bred in San Diego, shaped at the Missouri School of Journalism and now cover the omnipresent agriculture industry in California’s Central Valley.