I found out a couple weeks ago, but I can finally talk about it today:
I’m a 2016 Nieman Fellow!
Here’s what that means:
- I’m moving to Boston in August with Jason and the kids
- I’m spending the 2015-2016 academic year taking courses at Harvard and MIT in and around what most fascinates me in journalism, digital media and leadership
- I’ll be getting to know the 23 amazing fellow journalists in my class
- I’ll be learning all I can from the speakers and faculty who stop by Harvard’s Nieman Foundation
- I’m going to miss Seattle like crazy
We’ll be back home in May 2016, so don’t worry — this is a round-trip ticket.
I still can’t believe this is happening. I’m so grateful to Nieman for the opportunity. This is going to be fun.
I’m on Season 5 of “The Good Wife,” the CBS legal drama starring Julianna Margulies that became my binge of the moment during the long days at the end of my pregnancy.
Every time I drown in a TV show, little things about it get in my head. This series is no different.
Here are four things watching “The Good Wife” makes me want to do more.
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It’s 8:12 a.m. on a Monday. My son is dancing to Michael Jackson’s “Wanna Be Startin’ Something.” My newborn daughter is asleep in our bed.
I’ve had my Keurig coffee. My Oatmeal Squares cereal. I’ve looked in the mirror on the wall by the dining room table and thought, as I do most mornings, that my bedhead hair looks fantastic.
A breast pump is on the table next to my laptop. We’ve looked everywhere — EVERYWHERE — for the second of two tubes and the second of two “breast shields” that I swear I stored in a smart place after my son moved on from human milk over a year ago.
Pumping my own milk is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done that’s become normal.
At 8:25 a.m., Jason appears at the top of the stairs in a button down shirt and blue pajama pants. He’s finished the three-hour web stream that broadcasts his Counter-Strike: Global Offensive games to a couple dozen viewers. Julian gives him a hug in the kitchen, then throws his white knit blanket over his head for several rounds of “Where’s Julian?”
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