Three Saturdays back, I had a weekend essay published in the Post-Gazette. The response from across Pittsburgh in the days after it ran was gratifying. I’ve collected some…
On a Lionel train’s place in our family’s basement and hearts.
Graduate school can be good for journalists. For me, though, it was not good for improving this space.
I concluded the first year of being a teaching assistant at the University of Florida’s College of Journalism and Communications. See my class’ work here.
Still, the area remained beautiful.
Steve Magoc is going to need a new hat.
“That looked better in my head.” Yet not quite as good as it still appears in the minds of those who saw it.
Or, how I completed a freelance assignment entirely on a bicycle.
I’m starting to think I didn’t spend enough time in Erie’s most beautiful locale when I was growing up.
Imagine having instant access to the written history of your campus.
I stumbled into what became perhaps one of the coolest cloud formations of the year above Erie.
Like most, I had a busy end to my last days in college.
Everything had become a little stale.