Wildmoon’s the name, journalism’s the game.
For the past 20 something years, I’ve lived, breathed and eaten news — local news, state news, national, international and even extraterrestrial.
I’ve spent days in the backwoods of Mississippi where two women endured years of harassment from the locals who smile and wave real friendly-like as you drive toward their land — but not after you leave.
I went to south Georgia after devastating floods broke a dam and a lot of hearts, walking on the dry, cracked lake bed after the waters receded and staying in a home where the high water mark was just three inches from the crown molding.
I’ve worked with international correspondents to craft telling stories about uprisings in Gaza, Egypt and Libya, to tell the stories of a red dust invasion of Iraq and the miraculous rescue of 33 miners from a deep Chilean mine after they’d spent 69 days in the dark underground.
I’ve covered presidential elections and gubernatorial elections, mayoral elections and ballot initiatives. Senate hearings, House hearings and hearing tests have all been part of the path.
They call me the Disaster Queen because of my specialty: natural disasters. Hurricanes, floods, earthquakes — you name it, I can write it and it won’t sound like 5,000 other stories already posted on the web.
When I wasn’t writing and reporting, I was editing and guiding a staff of highly competent writers to do the same things I’ve already done, watching over their growth and helping them improve their already considerable skills.
Oh, and I once ran my own graphic design company, back before everybody could do it, and now I do web design on the side.
These days, I’m specializing in social media journalism, using citizen journalists on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and the like to get closer to the story and verify the videos, images and reports that come out of those sources.
I’m also a serious geek and gadget queen, was once a minor rock star, had my own radio show and was picked up in the middle of a inner city, rush-hour interstate highway by Billy Carter when my car broke down.
You and I should talk. I have skills, you need skills. Let’s see how they match.
Check out the resume, the writing samples, the blog, follow me on Twitter (although I admit to being a bad Twitterer) or befriend me on Facebook. Or drop me a line for more information.
Be seein’ ya.