Currently, my messy desk resides under Brooklyn skies. It moved here in 2008 from Washington, DC. Before that, it took up space in India, Croatia, and Belgium, where I worked various jobs, including political reporting for the US Consulate in Zagreb, writing for UCAN out of Chennai, and freelancing for a variety of publications.
(Author/Instructional How-To, Custom, Eddies First Place)
(Co-producer with David Wells, director/Service-Oriented Video, Custom, Eddies first place)
(Writer collaborating with illustrator Ivy Johnson/Print Illustration, Custom, Ozzies honorable mention)
(Documentary of the Year, Second Place)
"Chaplains Under Fire"
(Bronze Remi Award, Feature Film-Documentary)
six-part series on military chaplains
(Best In-Deth Reporting, news outlets under 100,000 circulation)
"Tour of Higher Duty"
(Supple Religion Writer of the Year, Third Place)"
Ah, well, now, instead of my trying to answer the mother of all koans, let me tell you instead about my enduring love of of fountain pens. First off, I learned to write under the strict tutelage of Catholic nuns in Spain, dipping pen into inkwell -- yes, I'm either that old or the school was that archaic. I then discovered Sheaffer fountain pens at the Five & Dime near my grandparents' home in Atlanta and never looked back. Fountain pens are pretty much all I ever use, but I'm not a collector, more of an accumulator. My current favorites include a 1950s Sheaffer snorkel pen my brother, Dixon, found in our grandfather's desk; a retractable-nib Pilot my husband, Bill, surprised me with for a birthday; and a slim Muji granddaughter, Olivia, put me on to. Another thing about me: I don't fret about dangling participles.