Category Archives: Work


The last time I’ll be on the last week of maternity leave

Remember the first time I was on maternity leave? I COULD NOT WAIT to get back to work. I don’t know what it was, the lack of a plan, the fear of being even a temporary stay-at-home mom, who knows. But I was better the second time around — I paced myself, gave myself projects and felt a lot more productive during that leave. So of course, this third time, plus it being the last time (seriously, the last time) — oh Lord, I don’t want to go back.

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Yeah, that was me

At least one person at church today was totally excited to tell me she saw me on TV, and another apparently asked my church mom if I was a makeup artist. LOL. First, yes — I am in a holiday greeting airing on CBS2 and KCAL9. No — I am not a makeup artist. The story behind it is that I honestly believed that the footage being shot was for our holiday party montage (like last year), so I jumped behind my coworker Neila and urged her to smile for the camera. So, of course, its airing on TV and of course I look totally unkempt. Ah well.


10 years in news

I’m pretty proud of the fact that I’ve managed to last 10 years in news.

Check it out. That story in the left hand bottom corner? That’s the first story I remember writing for the Glendale News-Press. Of course, it turns out that a friend found an earlier byline that published on Feb. 20, 2003, about how Head Start was going to take a hit, but I honestly don’t remember writing that story. (I also tried to use my middle name in my first byline, but with the sheer number of stories I pushed out during my tenure at the GNP, that fell by the wayside fast.) I suppose this was the first of many front page GNP stories.

In the grand scheme of things, front page of the Glendale News-Press doesn’t mean much — it’s a small community newspaper folded into the LA Times, only available in Glendale, after all. But to a fresh journalism graduate who had spent the previous four months taking every job possible to keep writing news, along with paying my car payments and cell phone bill with part-time jobs at Coffee Bean and an art gallery, where my sister worked, as their webmaster — it was a big freakin deal.

Being sent to cover a big trial on my second day at work was terrifying. I remember my editor, Amber Willard, instructing me on where to park (at the LA Times parking garage, where my security badge worked). I remember coming back to the newsroom, not having a clue how to write this story. But somehow, probably by the grace of God and Amber’s guidance, the story got onto the screen and into the system and into the paper. Amazing.

Journalism doesn’t teach you how to make contacts and develop sources at a department you’re also covering as the subject of a sexual harassment trial. But somehow, it worked out, and I was on the police, fire and courts beat for a good year. I don’t even know how I accomplished that, but I can sympathize with people who get burned out by the beat. I don’t know how Edna Buchanan managed to do it for 18 years. But I’m glad I did it, and that I’ll never have to wonder whether I would be able to or not.

Before being hired at the GNP to work the police beat, I’d been working holiday, overnight hours at City News Service. I just want to include an excerpt from my archives about that time. This was written on Jan. 27, 2003:

My schedule last week:

Monday: I go into the gallery for the majority of the day (9 a.m. to 3 p.m.) Then I work at City News from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. till Tuesday.

Tuesday: I get home from City News by 7. Sleep till about noon, go to Coffee Bean at 5 p.m., close the store.

Wednesday: I have an interview with the Glendale News-Press (everyone cross your fingers and toes and pray for me). Then I have lunch with (Trinity). It was a good day. Before going into City News, my sister tells me the gallery needs me to come in tomorrow. I say, fine, but at least let me sleep till noon. Go into City News at 10 p.m. till 6 a.m. Thursday.

Thursday: Get home at 7 a.m. on Friday, sleep till noon and then go into the gallery. Go back to sleep after the gallery, but not very well. Go into work at City News again at 10 p.m.

Friday: Get home at 7 a.m., but the gallery needs me to come in, and I want to sleep in the afternoon so I can at least have dinner with the (Trinity). I sleep for an hour and a half, go in, go home, go to sleep. Get a phone call from my editor who says the weekend overnight guy is sick, can I fill in? *sigh* I say yes. Get dinner with (Trinity) and go to work at City news again at 10 p.m.

Saturday: I thought this day would be my day off. Veg around most of Saturday after waking up at noon (I think). Have dinner with (Trinity) again. Go in at 10 p.m.

Sunday: I wake up at 2 p.m. and have to be at Coffee Bean to close by 3:30. It was actually supposed to be 3:15.

Monday: I’m in the gallery now, have to work at Coffee Bean at noon till 4 or 5 p.m. Will have to go into City News tonight. But tomorrow, after waking up, is my day off – sort of. It’s my day to get my car straightened out. Hopefully.

I look back and read this and I can only smile and shake my head. I’m glad I’m not here anymore, but man, those were the days.

Radford Art Walk in Studio City

I’ve been meaning to do a blog post on the sculptures alongside the CBS Radford property. They were apparently installed last summer, and I only started noticing them when I got back to work in January, because I wanted to avoid the traffic nightmare close to Laurel Canyon and Ventura Boulevard. Over the past few weeks, I saw that they began work installing sidewalks and landscaping. They’re just about done now, but the no parking signs are still up.

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One more week of maternity leave

In a way, it seemed like it would never get here, but yes. My last week of maternity leave is upon me. I have mixed feelings, of course, but not in the way you might thing. Maybe I’m just not like other women, but I did not spend my maternity leave cuddling with my baby boy the whole time. He is definitely cuddly, though — he is chubbier than Mikey was at this point, with tree trunk legs and super chub cheeks.

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