sweet lazy sunday

It’s been a tough week emotionally speaking. At work I’ve spent most newscasts reporting on two absolutely heartwrenching stories — one, the death of a nine-year-old boy, allegedly at the hands of his mother, and the consistent history of verbal and physical abuse he endured before hand — and the other, a four-month-old infant hanging on for her life after sexual and physical abuse by her mother’s boyfriend. These are stories that need to be told, but that are painful to tell. Our news director wrote this letter about just that, and about our plans for coverage.

There have been 9-1-1 calls and lapel camera video released; there have been questions about whether and how these children were failed while they were alive; there have been so many interviews with city leaders and members of the community, each one heartbroken and angry and sad. I know this is important to cover, but this weekend having the chance to disconnect a little bit was essential. 

So yesterday, I was completely unproductive. Shaun and I went to The Grove for brunch (raspberry croissant French toast - to die for) before a short trip to Santa Fe. We intended to do a quick hike…turns out a foot of snow and motorcycle boots don’t mix well. Instead we enjoyed the gorgeous scenery for awhile before getting coffee and heading home. We had dinner with his family and then I went home, watched some Olympic Figure Skating and headed to bed.

Today, though, I have a lot to get done before heading back to work. And I do want to return with nothing on my mind but being ready to cover those challenging, but important stories…in hopes that knowing what we face will spark some kind of change in our community.

So you want to be a journalist? Text-to-video creations that hit all too close to home.

"Would you like to write about pork belly futures for a newspaper in Topeka, Kansas?"

[via Kathleen]