I’ve been at this whole writing thing for a few years now. There’s a sizable vault of pieces to pick from. Here are 10 I’m proud of and which show how I’ve evolved:
Bill Forry, my editor at the Dorchester Reporter, took a gamble sticking me on this investigative story, which chronicles the legal frustrations of a woman seeking damages from Verizon and Eversource after a utility pole fell on her car. It took hours to pore through the court documents and police incident reports we obtained and to conduct in-person interviews with witnesses. Bill and I were both thrilled with the final product.
If I’ve learned anything covering boys’ soccer for The Globe, it’s that soccer is the least interesting thing about the kids I profile. Case in point: Duxbury High’s Rufus Adams, who hails from a small English village and aspires to be an engineer.
“Yeah, I gave you a 12 out of 10. Never done that before. This story could literally have appeared in the newspaper as is. Don’t get cocky.” That’s what Jimmy Golen, my sports writing professor and Associated Press sports writer, said after I handed in my game recap of a college hockey game for one of our class assignments. A week and a half later, he handed me my first story to cover for the AP.
After news broke that New England Patriots and Revolution owner Bob Kraft was in talks with UMass Boston to build a soccer-specific stadium at the site of the old Bayside Expo Center in Dorchester, my editor asked me to look into previous attempts at a stadium move and see how other owners in the MLS fared in negotiations with their cities.
The early days of July 2016 will be remembered for a long time by many after two black men died in police shootings and eight cops were slain in attacks in Dallas and Baton Rouge. That same week, I jumped at the chance to cover a neighborhood flashlight walk put on by the police, a symbol of unity during troubling times.
In this blog post, which digs into Steph Curry’s total offensive impact on the Golden State Warriors, I dip a tepid first toe into the world of GIF-making. Apologies to Sacramento Kings fans everywhere.
On a chilly Friday evening in October 2015, a friend and I hopped over to Boston’s South End to a tapas bar she’d been hoping to check out. I knew I wanted to write about the experience for a features class I was in and turn it over to an editor at The Heights afterward. What I didn’t know at the time was that I had gone on a date.
Avery Bradley enrolled at the University of Texas as the top hoops prospect in all the land. After a meh season in Austin, he slipped to 19th in the 2009 NBA draft. Known as a “mirror” guy on defense––he has the uncanny ability to move step for step with his opponent––Bradley’s offensive game was, for lack of a better word, lacking. In 2015-16, that changed. At least I thought it had at the time.
Tired of ceaselessly arguing with friends and strangers alike about clutch shooting in the NBA, I decided to put my money where my mouth was and dig into the numbers.
In a college feature writing course, our first assignment was to profile another student in the class. As fate would have it, my professor (and journalistic sensei), Jon Marcus, paired me with the wonderful Maria Andersen. This micro-profile should leave you with no questions about why I developed something akin to a boyish crush on the 24-year-old exchange student from Denmark.