Yes! It’s true. I was once a newspaper photographer! I covered a lot of community news, sports, feature stories and political goings-on, and every so often, I was invited to take a photo of a famous person. What a thrill!
Tax Man 
Fireman 
Gymnast 
Movie Set 
Play Rehearsal 
Mick Jagger 
Basketball 
Boxer 
Police Dogs
Time marched on. Life went on. And then, traditional journalism took a nap. Some would say it went into a drug-induced coma! Many newspapers and magazines went digital or disappeared completely. Even the Chicago Tribune, my hometown newspaper, went bankrupt. Uh, oh!
What’s a girl with a camera to do? Since my imaginary trust fund was just about tapped out, I went to work in the non-profit world, taking photos and writing stories about good people doing good things. How uplifting!
One day, I realized that I was disgusted with the way women were being treated in America. This New Millennium was for the birds! There was a lot of Weinstein-ing and #MeToo-ing happening all over the place. To add insult to injury, when men earned a dollar for working a crummy job, women were earning a paltry 80 cents for working the very same crummy job. (Say what?!) As for the dreaded practice of “mansplaining,” it was running rampant.
I was getting ready to cloister myself in a tower like Rapunzel. Unfortunately, my hair proved too short to be woven into an escape ladder if I needed one. Additionally, I was being consumed by what I referred to as “long-simmering, estrogen-fueled rage.”
So, I decided to do something completely different. I channeled all my angst and energy into a book. While it didn’t solve all my problems, it did make me feel happier and more hopeful about what the future holds for American women.
And that’s something… right?
Mom Love 
Rocket Launch 
Triplets