Louisiana taught me to listen for stories. I learned to knock on strangers' doors in Mississippi as a college student and alt-weekly journalist. In central Africa, I forded a river and survived an armed robbery to report stories about maternal health issues. I spent 11 years at The Oregonian, where I learned to read budgets and board agendas by covering suburban school board meetings, and to decipher zoning codes and planning documents by covering urban renewal in the inner city. I'm obsessed with structure but drawn to messy stories— teenagers in the throws, narratives with complicated heroes and victims.

I left The Oregonian in 2017 to study at Columbia University, and now I'm a freelance reporter. Most often, I look to write about people who remind me of those I grew up with in North Louisiana. My parents were teenagers when I came along, and though they spent my childhood working blue-collar, minimum-wage jobs, they scraped together money to give me used encyclopedias and a local newspaper subscription. Everything I write, in some way, is for them.