
I’ll still be dealing with floods, fires and explosions but those words will have new meaning.
For more than a decade I’ve worked as a video journalist. I’ve told hundreds of stories and had some incredible experiences but with the birth of babe #3 something had to give. I’ve had way too many days where the only time I spend with my kids is dropping them of at school (what I call day care to make myself feel less bad) and putting them to bed when I get home.
I have truly loved the time I have spent reporting. It represents roughly a third of my life. Longer than I spent in high school and college combined and I have learned so much more.
I’m amazed when I look back at all I’ve done. I’ve crisscrossed Texas telling stories, I slept in a news unit in Hurricane Ike ravaged Houston and worked behind the fire lines in Bastrop. I floated in zero gravity above Austin and reported on almost every living President. I chased race cars to England and Longhorns to the Rose Bowl.
I was a junior in high school when I decided that I wanted to tell stories on TV and I’ve been doing it pretty much since then. I have a feeling that it’s not going to stop. I hope the kids are as excited as I am to make home movies.
For now I’m pushing pause on TV to play with my kids.