This was an incredibly dense crash course into science journalism and seems to have successfully prepared me for a future in it.

As the months wore on, I began to dread going to work but I didn’t know how to take a break. I didn’t know that quitting was an option.

At the same time, this work is still the most fulfilling I’ve ever had, and I am confident in my choice to continue a journalism career.

Almost teared up when one past fellow said “if you are here, you are good enough.” Recovering from academitis where it seldom felt that way.

Maybe I would thrive in a traditional newsroom. Who knows? But right now, I believe TCUS is the right place for me.

The solution to this problem is seemingly simple, but is convoluted by politics: Keep what you will definitely need, donate the rest!

I check my new email account — an avalanche of warnings, news, info about murders, football, and gentrification.

The bonds that took shape in our youth solidify and create roots from which we are able to grow, but return to draw life from.

Hormones, hormones, hormones. It is the ranch dressing of explanations. It goes with everything yet explains nothing.

David Baker's thankless job selling phones at a store gets even more grueling when the pandemic rolls over into its second year.