Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Mass shootings in my newsfeed

Isn't it terrible that when I see the name of a school or a military base in a news headline I just assume there's been a shooting. Then I say to myself, if lots of people had been killed I would have heard about it by now. Then sadly, I resume scrolling through my newsfeed relatively unaffected. I caught myself tonight and realized: it's a scary damn world we live in. #FortHood 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

I can't believe we are still having this argument.

I haven't blogged in quite a while. Let's call it a much needed hiatus or the fact that quite honestly I've been recovering from the fallout. But this latest debacle over...GULP...Duck Dynasty's Phil Robertson has me itching to share my thoughts. 

Three months ago, I was fired from my job as a reporter at the ABC affiliate in Huntsville, AL for snarky comments contained in my blog. The result was a media firestorm and weeks of interviews and TV appearances about my termination. Many people touted me as some sort of darling heroine standing up for 1st amendment rights. I wasn't actually "standing up" for anything. What I was actually doing was watching my beloved career, my most fervent passion being blown away with the wind and then morphed into some bastardized media content not worthy of the years of hard work I'd poured into my field of work. 

Back to the topic at hand; this argument about first amendment rights needs to end. While the duck guy has the right to say what he wants without fear of prosecution, the network to which he was EMPLOYED has the right to fire him for comments they feel are harmful to their image. When you are in this industry you HAVE to know better. 

I learned my lesson. It shouldn't take another person's public demise for you to learn yours. Consider this cautionary tale your last warning. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Loss Prevention

Have you ever heard the expression, "Don't kick someone when they're already down?" 

Unfortunately for me, those who should have honored that piece of colloquial wisdom, didn't. 

I mean to say, heart break is a bitch. She's self absorbed, pays no mind to timing or circumstance and will purposefully drive that dreadful stake of miserable self pity into your chest without the slightest consideration of your already wounded ego. And by she, I mean he. 

What's to say about having your heart broken that hasn't already been said, or sang, or texted amidst a psychotic sequence that may or may not include high stakes emotional ransom. It's universal and likely the most relatable human diatribe. 

So now, I find myself trying to negotiate this late breaking development in my already tumultuous existence. I sit here, sleepless on a Saturday morning in the basement of my former in-law's exorbitant home, attempting to devise a route that will lead me out of the churning sea of longing and regret. I suppose the most practical thing is to travel swiftly and with great purpose through the stages of grief until the pearly gleam of the proverbial silver lining breaks through the clouds. That's about as simple to pull off as the structure of my previous sentence. 

I love deeply. It's just my nature. In this case, I find myself buried up to my neck in the sands of love while the antagonist in this story, walks effortlessly away over the dunes and out of my life. 

But happy endings don't really do it for me anyways. When last I counted, mine was a tragedy. That's not to say that my next chapter won't be one of great new adventures and a thunderous triumph over adversity - I've learned though that happiness isn't something that can be kept. It can be found and cherished temporarily. Ultimately, the pursuit of happiness is what makes the human condition such a magnificent and worthy topic of literature. 

Until we meet again...

In the meantime, I'll be the red head in the corner looking bitter and holding her chin up unnaturally high. 

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

15 minutes

Well's been fun. 

Still haven't decided if this is a dream or a nightmare. I've always wanted to tell the news, not be it. 

I want to make one major clarification. I'm not even going to address the nonsense that's been floating around but I will address one huge misnomer. I was never asked to take the blog down. I was fired without discussion. I took the blog down immediately following my termination, then reposted it Friday evening. There was no defiance or petulance. If I could go back and do it over, I would have never written the post. My job was worth 100 times more than any of this media circus. 

Finally, in regards to said media circus, I'm done. I spent 48 hours in the fray, got my points across, but now it's time to focus on my future and rebuilding my life. No Dr. Phil. No Geraldo. No Piers Morgan.

Meanwhile, thanks for the support. To the haters, I respect your right to hate. I will continue to not filter the comments, good or bad. 

What's next you ask? Well, that's the million dollar question isn't it. 

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Feel the beat.

It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song. 
You can't believe it, you were always singing along. 
It was so easy and the words so sweet. 
You can't remember, you try to feel the beat. 

You've spent all of your life trying not to fall behind. 
You're using your headphones to drown out your mind. 
It was so easy and the words so sweet. 
You can't remember, you try to move your feet. 

Someone's deciding whether you stay or go. 
He opens the window to make you feel the chill. 
You feel like an orphan, tossed and then betrayed. 
You can't remember, you try to feel the beat. 

Friday, July 26, 2013

No Apologies: Confessions of a red headed reporter

This post was taken down because I was momentarily misguided about who I am and what I stand for. To clarify, I make no apologies for the following re-post. It's funny, satirical and will likely offend some of the more conservative folks. But it isn't fake and its a genuine look into my slightly twisted psyche. 

Here's the thing, I've vowed to always fight for the right of free expression. It's allowed, no matter what the profession. I pride myself in having earned the respect of many because I make no apologies for the truth and hold nothing back. I don't fight for things because they serve me, I fight for them because they are right. Sources trust me because I am an unadulterated version of the truth. I won't ever bend just because its popular to do so and I'm not bending now. 

This is my voice. Hope it makes you laugh. 

1. I've gone bra-less during a live broadcast and no one was the wiser. 

2. My best sources are the ones who secretly have a crush on me. 

3. I am better live when I have no script and no idea what I'm talking about. 

4. I've mastered the ability to contort my body into a position that makes me appear much skinner in front of the camera than I actually am. 

5. I hate the right side of my face. 

6. I'm frightened of old people and I refuse to do stories involving them or the places they reside. 

7. Happy, fluffy, rainbow stories about good things make me depressed. 

8. I've taken naps in the news car. 

9. If you ramble and I deem you unnecessary for my story, I'll stop recording but let you think otherwise. 

10. I've stolen mail and then put it back. (maybe) 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013


Is it okay to, from time to time, to show a little bit of weakness? Hell, I don't know either. But when faced with a jarring, ass clenching kick in the kind of have no choice but to keel over in pain just a little.

I've felt so incredibly lost of late. I've lost my fire. One could sit and speculate about cause but....either way, it's feeling much darker than usual around here.

So if we're going to disregard cause...then we have to focus on the solution.

Don't Give Up the Ship.

Don't forget why you did this. Don't forgot, you have the power to transform something mundane into something magnificent....every day. Don't forget, you can and will leave behind a meaningful footprint in time.