The Em Dash
Published Writing
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Live Journalism
- May 26, 2020 What is Feminism’s Future?-WSJ interview with author and actress Amber Tamblyn
- May 25, 2020 The New Rules of Experiential Design - WSJ interview with Maryellis Bunn
- May 24, 2020 Making The Leap - WSJ interview with Min Jin Lee
- May 23, 2020 (Mis)information Overload: Living in Truth in the Post-Truth Age
- May 22, 2020 Social Media Wake-Up Call
- May 21, 2020 All the Social Ladies with Carrie Kerpen
- May 19, 2020 Better Living Through Newsroom Chemistry
- May 18, 2020 Rhythm and flow: How to bring engagement into the forefront of digital publishing
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Published Works
- May 18, 2020 While Writing a Book About Self Worth, I Had to Learn How to Practice It
- May 17, 2020 American Accent: Passing — and not Passing — as a Latina
- May 16, 2020 My “Recovery Cat” Would Never Recover
- May 14, 2020 TueNight 10: Carla Zanoni
- May 13, 2020 Print is Dead, But Print’s Skills Aren’t
- May 12, 2020 In a Doorway, A Gentle Call to Arms
Remembering the Redwoods, Remembering Us
It was the first time I’d seen a redwood and yet, I remembered it. It always starts with trees. Read more.

You Cannot Schedule Familiar Grief
How could I have not know Oscar’s favorite was mine as well? How could I have not known we were three united in love of crimson, cherry, rhubarb stalk and lobster claw snap? Read more.














Seizing on the Twitter Apocalypse and Building a New House
For so long, my identity was so wrapped up in what that Twitter check bestowed that I have failed to ask myself what community I desire to live within. It’s taken an apocalypse to slow down and catch up to who I am today and ask who I want to join.




Humbled Not Humiliated
I found myself thinking about myself at that same age, the year that I moved to New York City with all of my belongings thrown into several garbage bags and no real plan of where my life was going to take me, and no real knowledge of what was in store.
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