A story of support
Note: I originally wrote this as a Facebook post in 2016. It has been lightly edited and updated for the present day. Sometimes someone does something for you that isn't a big deal to them but has a lasting impact on you. I was reminded of this some years back when I mentioned to my husband that I truly got into journalism because of Antoinette Connell. Over 20 years ago, I was a teenaged newspaper intern as I wrote about in my origin story on this blog. Reporters were kind but busy and didn't really have time to bother with interns. I accompanied them to assignments and then got lost when they got back to the newsroom and had to write against deadline. Mostly I'd hang out at the fax machine with the other interns hoping for a press release to come in so I could 'storify it' and get a story of sorts into the paper. It's a skill which came in handier than I would have ever guessed when I transitioned into a career in communications but I digress. One day, on th...