One of the things I’ve always tried to keep in mind as a journalist is the role the profession plays in recording history. That sounds a little high and mighty, doesn’t it? But in a lot of cases, it’s true.
News by definition is something out of the ordinary, the unexpected, the tragic. Yes, it can also mean something interesting without any of the more “hard news” aspects as a story. Feature stories fall into that category. Telling how something happened that may not have affected thousands or millions of people, the planet or any other species we share the earth with can still be important and worth reading.
I recently spent a lot of time looking back at some local history. Where I live on Colorado’s Front Range, Continue reading “History can be a blast”
Over the last year or so, I’ve often wondered what someone who isn’t a journalist thinks when their profession is repeatedly publicly ridiculed and vilified.
Law enforcement officers, lawyers and politicians would probably fall into that category. Those who work in these professions — and probably many others — as well as journalists have to have tough skins. They have to take criticism in stride and not let it stop them from doing their jobs to the best of their abilities.
For the most part, I’ve been able to keep moving forward in the face of criticism over the course of my journalism career, learning from my mistakes and taking steps to be a better writer and person. But when I heard about the shooting deaths of four journalists and a sales assistant Continue reading “I’m not an enemy of the people”
If the internet and social media are so fast, why does it seem like it takes us longer and longer to communicate?
That conundrum, if you will, struck me some time ago, when I received an email from a friend I’ve known since junior high school. (Guess you can tell how old I might be, right? You don’t hear “junior high” much anymore, it’s been “middle school” for some time.) We’ve stayed in touch off and on over the years, but not regularly. I lived on the opposite side of Colorado, so it wasn’t like we could meet for dinner or drinks whenever we felt like getting together.
But despite the ability to immediately respond to my friend, I did nothing. For days Continue reading “You and I don’t communicate any more”
It happened again, at the end of May. Sadly, it’s happened so much in the last several decades, not many people knew it or – even sadder – cared.
The newspaper I had written for over the last year was bought out and has already lost its online brand presence. Later this year, it will lose its even more established print presence. Newspaper buyouts and the loss of jobs for journalists such as myself don’t usually garner much news of their own these days. You could maybe say there’s not enough reporters left to cover the story. Another sad note. Continue reading “Not just another buy out in the newspaper business”
I don’t think I have ever felt so cynical and disheartened about our country – indeed, our world – as I do now.
Every time some violent action causes mass casualties, I think “OK, maybe this is the one that changes things, changes people.” But it doesn’t. All it seems to do is lead to another, and another, and another. Each of them, in their own way, more horrific than the last one.
What kind of society goes on this way? Continue reading “Violence, prejudice leads to growing cynicism”