Seventeen years.
A heckuva long time to sum up. More than a third of my existence (ahem, no need to do the math). My ride at the Washington Business Journal ascended to the crest of my career, spanning one home relocation, two childbirths, three reporting beats, four editing roles, more losses than I’d like to relive, but enough epic laughs and eternal friendships to last my lifetime.
It’s been quite the stretch, literally. Since writing for my seventh grade newsletter, I’ve wanted to be a voice for the community. Yet as an inevitable introvert, I’ve never wanted to be the face of a company. So, you may have seen me shyly navigating a networking hour or pretending to project confidence on stage. But gimme a pen, and I’ve had no qualms scrambling atop my editorial soapbox to rail in columns against a horde of indignities, from executives too fearful of being themselves to the short-sighted scarcity of women in boardrooms, from incompetence that spurs government shutdowns to obstinance…
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