February 21, 2002 at 4:32 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment
So Sallie Tisdale, the woman I’ve been quoting here for a bit, came to visit my journalism class. She marched in and instead of doing something simple like a reading or a question-and-answer session, she picked up a piece of chalk and gave us a workshop on writing about what we’re afraid to write about. After class, we were all in near-shock about the possibilities for great stories on stuff like sex, race, disease, family and spirituality. Then she went out for coffee with a few of us, and reassured me that I don’t have to be a great reporter, I don’t have to write about what everyone else writes about, and that the best stories can come from within.