You laugh, you learn

I like variety. While it wasn’t the initial reason I was drawn to journalism, it’s certainly one of the perks. My job requires me to develop a wide range of skills while reporting and writing about any number of topics. It’s immensely satisfying work.

And for four years, that work has also included managing interns. I had a wonderful experience as a Birmingham magazine intern back in 2004, so I knew both how much value they could offer the publication and how much students could learn in the process. But the magazine’s internship program had fallen by the wayside.

After convincing my then-boss to let us resurrect the program, a colleague and I quickly set about finding our first intern. Over time, the program has become increasingly competitive and the skills students bring change. One thing remains the same from semester to semester: I’m so lucky to be these students’ boss.

I learn something new every semester because these kids bring so much variety themselves. I try to assign them work that will help them attain their career goals while teaching them as much as I can about magazine publishing. They’ve taught me so many lessons: how to be a better boss, how to guide a student or writer to the “a-ha!” moment, how to teach AP style, how to be patient, how to help someone develop time-management skills without micromanaging them, how to plan my days and tasks so that I have plenty of time for them, how to be a professional reference, how to encourage them through challenging times in the industry–and so much more.

This semester’s interns brought yet another experience. Traditionally, I have two students at a time. They work part-time and share a desk, so their schedules don’t overlap.

But this summer, I shared a full-time intern with another department and also managed a part-time intern. As a result, they not only got to know each other, they worked together on a number of tasks. And the resulting teamwork was a beautiful thing. I didn’t have to walk them through collaboration; they naturally turned to each other and worked to figure out the best solution to any assignment.

That was even so in moments when they could have instead aimed to see who could be the best; when I asked them both to come up with a head and dek for a specific story, they worked on it together rather than trying to see whose would end up in print.

These students turned to each other time and again throughout the summer, cheering each other on and lending a hand when the other needed help or feedback. As one prepares to return to school and the other faces a commencement march, I feel something akin to the pride of a parent. I can’t wait to see what’s up next for these young people.

This post is dedicated to Bennett Sumner Rolan, Sarah Kate Boltz, Blake Tommey, Molly Folse, Emily Etheredge, Laura Sibley, Katie Brizendine Jackson, Lindsey Shelton, Clair McLafferty, Lauren Sharpe Denton, Jena Hippensteel, Stephanie Brumfield, Lauren Schneider, Meg Bowden, Jared Downing, Sarah Waller, Jessilyn Justice, Katie Stewart, Rachel Freeny, Steven Katona and Melody Kitchens. I am so honored to have been a part of your lives.

The title of this post is taken from Alanis Morissette’s “You Live, You Learn.”

The dream that you wish will come true

I’m a writer. I’ve considered myself a writer for as long as I can recall. And so, I’ve dreamed of writing a book for as long as I can remember.

That dream–probably my wildest–is being granted, and I was thrilled when my local coffee shop/bookstore asked me to write about the process for their excellent blog, Postscript. I’ll be contributing to that blog during the next eight months as I research and write, and I’ll likely continue to share as the book goes to press and author events begin. 

I hope you’ll join me on the ride.

The other week I received a thick envelope from my publisher. My signed contract was inside.

 

And now, I have to write a book.

Read more “The First Chapter: Walking through Publishing with Future Book Author Carla Jean Whitley.” 

 

Today’s subject line is from “A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes,” because Disney songs are always appropriate.

Magic City, Heart of Dixie, Dirty South, U.S.A.

Last week, Birmingham magazine won the national City and Regional Magazine Award for redesign.

I cried.

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It was the culmination of several years’ of hard work and changes. I’ve been at Birmingham magazine for six-and-a-half years now, and two years prior to joining the staff, I spent four months as an editorial intern. I have a lot vested in this publication, and so the recognition was incredibly meaningful to me.

I was part of the team involved in the redesign, but perhaps more importantly, I’ve been with the magazine through several years of significant changes. We’ve seen several changes in ownership; in the magazine’s 48th year, the Birmingham Regional Chamber of Commerce merged with the Metropolitan Development Board to form the Birmingham Business Alliance. One month prior to the magazine’s 50th anniversary, Birmingham magazine was purchased by the Birmingham News Multimedia Co. Last summer, that company became part of the newly formed Alabama Media Group. Like any company, we’ve also seen a variety of staffing changes through the years. Many of these changes have been positive, but all change comes with a learning curve. So I was particularly thrilled to see our work recognized at the national level.

What surprised me was the way others reacted. When a colleague posted the photo above on the magazine’s Facebook page, it quickly received 150-plus “likes” by our followers. When I posted another image on my Facebook timeline, more than 100 of my friends hit the like button. The ad agency with which we partnered shared it on their timeline, and nearly 50 people liked it. Everywhere I went last week, I received congratulations: from readers, from friends, from family, from contributors.

It reminded me of why my work matters, and why I’m so passionate about it. I fell in love with writing as an elementary-school student. I didn’t turn to it as a career for the same noble reasons that attract so many others; I wanted to be a writer because I like writing, and because I like seeing my work in print.

But during the course of my years in the field, I’ve also realized what value there is in sharing stories with the community you serve. That first hit home for me when I was at the Tuscaloosa News, writing about a young girl with a brain tumor. After another child saw my story, she decided her lemonade stand should raise money for the sick child. That day, she raised more than $1,000.

The way I perceive the communities I serve has changed, as well. While working as a reporter in Tuscaloosa, I grew to love the city more than I had as a student. Reporting means I get to know the people who shape a community while listening to the community’s concerns. That has remained true as I went on to work in Cullman and, for the past seven years, in Birmingham.

The conference that was capped by this awards ceremony encouraged me and provided more insight into how to create a magazine that tells my city’s stories. And my city’s response to the award reiterated that people care about those stories. I’m so fortunate to call this my life’s work.

The subject line comes from Lee Bains III & The Glory Fires’ “Magic City Stomp.” I woke up this morning with their music in my head, and it’s awfully appropriate: The band members are from Alabama, and Bains currently lives in Atlanta, where we received this award.

2013 concerts

  1. Alabama Symphony Orchestra performs Haydn’s Symphony No. 88, Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 and Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 9, Alys Stephens Center, Feb. 2, 2013
  2. Members of Amici perform selections at Art and Arias, Birmingham Museum of Art, March 8, 2013
  3. Birmingham Opera performs “The Magic Flute,” Samford University’s Wright Center, March 15, 2013
  4. Over the Rhine, WorkPlay, April 6, 2013
  5. Theaster Gates, “‘Tis So Sweet or I Need Sugar Lawd,” Birmingham Museum of Art, April 25, 2013
  6. Brahms: A German Requiem performed by the Alabama Symphony Orchestra, Alys Stephens Center, April 26, 2013
  7. Rachmaninoff: Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, Aaron Jay Kernis: Musica celestis, Elgar Enigma Variations, Alabama Symphony Orchestra, Alys Stephens Center, May 31, 2013
  8. Trunkstock featuring BoomBox, Billy Cox Band, Jason Bailey Band, Avondale Brewery, June 15, 2013
  9. Josh Ritter with Milk Carton Kids, Alys Stephens Center, June 29, 2013
  10. St. Paul and the Broken Bones, Woodrow Hall, July 12, 2013
  11. Matthew Mayfield and Blue Cut Robbery, Southern Living’s Biscuits & Jam, Avondale Brewery, Aug. 4, 2013
  12. The Black Jacket Symphony Presents The Beatles’ White Album, Alys Stephens Center, Aug. 23, 2013
  13. Three Broadway Divas with the Alabama Symphony Orchestra, Wright Center, Sept. 27, 2013
  14. Atoms for Peace, War Memorial, Nashville, Oct. 3, 2013
  15. Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade and Berlioz’s Harold in Italy performed by the Alabama Symphony Orchestra, Alys Stephens Center, Nov. 2, 2013
  16. Milk Carton Kids with Jim Bianco, WorkPlay, Nov. 3, 2013
  17. The Secret Sisters, Sound and Page, Nov. 7, 2013
  18. Sandra McCracken featuring Kenny Meeks, Sound and Page, Nov. 14, 2013
  19. Jason Isbell, Iron City Birmingham, Dec. 15, 2013

I am strong, I am invincible

I got hung up on the “Blog Like Crazy” challenge when I hit the prompt “Why Do You Love Being a Woman?” Javacia Harris Bowser, founder of See Jane Write and creator of this challenge, wrote, “That’s a simple question, but one that most likely has a complicated answer. So let’s write a blog post about it. Special thanks to Evette Dionne for this idea. Check out her post on a similar question: http://evettedionne.com/2012/11/15/appreciatewomanhood.”

A few weeks ago, my buddy Alex and I left the office for one of our regular trips to my favorite coffee shop when the differences between men and women came up in conversation. I don’t remember what prompted that, but Alex and I quickly agreed that men and women are different, are naturally inclined to be strong in different areas than one another (although there are certainly exceptions) and we think that’s OK.

In the year-plus that I’ve regularly practiced yoga, I’ve been amazed to discover my own strength. Men tend to be better built for physical strength, but I’ve built up my capacity through an awful lot of chatarungas, down dogs and crows. As I’ve done so, I’ve been reminded of my emotional and mental strength.

At the same time, I embrace many “traditional female roles.” I happen to enjoy cooking very much. My boyfriend rarely cooks. I love bringing food over to his house because I enjoy preparing it, and I enjoy sharing it. Though there was a time when I was cautioned against that, I’ve embraced being who I am, and cooking for others is part of that.

I love that being a woman doesn’t mean one specific thing or another. I love that I was born into a country where women have the right to vote. I love that I’m in a country where women have the same rights as men. I love that women are each unique. I love that I have the freedom to be me.

So who are you now when you are alone?

I live one mile from the hospital where I was born, but nearly 500 miles from the city where I was raised. My parents, siblings and I moved to Jacksonville, Fla., in 1988, leaving behind the city where my parents grew up. When we got to Florida and didn’t have a palm tree in our yard, I was certain it meant we should turn around and head back to Alabama.

It took 15 years, but I returned to Alabama in 2003. And in the nearly decade since, I’ve found that my family history is still all over this city. I’ve had Vulcan Park and Museum on the mind a lot lately, and whenever I think of that most visible landmark, I think of my namesake. When my Pepaw, Carl Eugene Vann, died, the family asked that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to either Vulcan or TEARS Animal Rescue. (Pepaw would love my cat Mac, and I’m sure she would be obsessed with him as well. He always had a way with animals.)

When Birmingham magazine ran its annual cutest pet contest last summer, one of the staff favorites was a litter of kittens from a momma cat who was rescued at South Highland Presbyterian Church. It wasn’t a surprise when I realized the owner of those cats knew my Uncle Joe, who was there the night momma was found.

One of my best buddies at work is a fellow animal lover who has known my Aunt Laura for about as long as I’ve been alive. Joey and Veronica Kennedy have long ties to Birmingham magazine and my family, and I feel like they’ve become extended family. (They’re also particularly adept at adopting people.)

This summer, a friend of the Kennedys and mine realized that my Pepaw’s brother, who we call Uncle Andy, is her Papaw’s best friend. When she asked her Papaw if he knew Andy’s brother Carl, his response was, “You mean Sorghum?” If he knew my Pepaw’s nickname, then I’m betting he knew Pepaw fairly well.

Although I haven’t yet lured my parents or siblings back to Birmingham, this city is where the roots of my family tree are concentrated. I can’t put my finger on what makes Birmingham my home, but perhaps it’s just that my DNA is tied up in this town.

This #bloglikecrazy topic was to write about family. With the holidays upon us, it’s often on our minds, and I’m glad I got to see my parents and brother over Thanksgiving. Today’s subject line is from the Sandra McCracken song “Family Name.” 

There’s only four seasons, and this one’s almost gone

I’m still gradually playing along with #bloglikecrazy, a daily blogging effort from Javacia of the Writeous Babe Project and local women’s writing group See Jane Write. The prompts Javacia offered were intended for November, but I started late and have been quick to take a day (or more!) off from writing when I’ve needed breathing room or the extra space in my schedule. The next prompt is “bloggers night out,” which asks me to write about an event happening in my town.

And there’s the challenge. Even in a month more overrun with holiday parties than anything, there’s tons happening in the ‘ham. Every Thursday around 9 a.m., I go on Birmingham Mountain Radio to share the weekend’s agenda with listeners. And nearly every week, I remind listeners that if they’re bored, they’re not paying attention.

One of the holiday parties I’m invited to this weekend is that of Hops 4 Honeys, a women’s beer club. I tell people that it’s a bit like a book club, except the discussion revolves around beer. And the women who are part of this club are an awful lot of fun and great conversationalists. (Learn more by emailing hops4honeys@gmail.com or requesting to join the group on Facebook.)

I’m also excited about next weekend, when Jeffrey Bützer and T.T. Mahony perform Vince Guraldi’s “A Charlie Brown Christmas” at Bottletree. I finally bought the soundtrack to this Christmas classic earlier this month, and it has been such a soothing soundtrack to my trips around town. Tickets are $10, and if you stick around after the show, you can join in the Friday On My Mind dance party.

I’m also craving a trip to an Alabama Symphony Orchestra performance. Prior to this year, I had only attended ASO special events, whether those were its Symphony at 7 series (designed to attract younger listeners who aren’t regular symphony goers) or partnerships with groups such as Black Jacket Symphony. But this fall I attended the symphony’s performance of Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 5, and I fell in love with the music. Classical music is one of those things I enjoy when I encounter it, but it has never been something I’ve been well versed in. I’m eager to learn more, and the remainder of this month offers a few options: “Handel’s Messiah” this weekend, and “New Year’s Eve: A Viennese Celebration” on Dec. 31. And of course, 2013 is packed with options.

Those are a few upcoming events that are exciting me. What’s on your calendar?

Today’s title comes from Joe Purdy’s “Come Back Down.” 

Ain’t that the song we’d sing in the car, drivin’ downtown

Reading: Tonight I read “King of the South,” an article about sports talk radio host Paul Finebaum, in the current issue of the New Yorker. I interviewed Paul in 2007, and I was admittedly starstruck. The man controls the blood pressure of half the people in this state! I was tickled when, later that week, a friend called and asked if I had talked to Paul Finebaum recently. Apparently he referenced a conversation we had while on the air, and my friend thought it sounded like something I would say. (I would like to add “paraphrased on the Paul Finebaum Radio Network” to my resume, along with my 2004 College Football Pick ‘Em victory, if I only had more space.)

This morning, I read “4:52 on Christmas Morning,” a New York magazine story about a house fire that killed five people last year. It was a horrifying story, but well written and reported.

Next up, I’m reading “The Invention of Hugo Cabret” by Brian Selznick in advance of a bookish gathering I’m hosting next week. I’m tempted to try and read “The Hobbit” before the movie is released (and my book club goes to see it for our December meeting). I’ve never read any Tolkein. But considering the number of library books on my floor, I think that one may have to wait.

Listening: I picked up “A Charlie Brown Christmas” soundtrack by Vince Guaraldi Trio at Rite Aid this weekend, so I’ve been driving around town with some very pleasant tunes. I’m excited about this show at Bottletree in two weeks, when Jeffrey Bützer and T.T. Mahony will perform the album in its entirety.

Smelling: OK, weird category, I know. But tonight I took a bath with Aveda Stress-Fix bath salts, and it was awesome.

Watching: I’m on a “New Girl” kick. Zooey Deschanel’s character is irresistibly likable, and I want her entire wardrobe. Except the maroon-and-pink striped sweater she wore on an episode a few weeks ago. I already have that.

Making me happy: Being surrounded by people who I care about, work I find satisfying (and coworkers I care about!),  my cat, piles of books, the holiday season, coffee, a board-game night, life.

And this video.

Today’s subject line is from Rascal Flatts’ “These Days.” Sorry. It’s stuck in my head now. The 16th #bloglikecrazy prompt was to share what you’re into currently. 

Four Simple Goals

I’ve been participating in #bloglikecrazy at my own pace. I didn’t begin this challenge to blog every day in November until halfway through that month, and though I’ve blogged most days since I began, I haven’t worried about taking a few off here and there.

The next prompt is to set four simple goals for the rest of the year. (The prompt was intended to be addressed on Nov. 14, so there would have been a little more time left in the year. Oh well.) I always find December challenging, so perhaps this is perfect timing.

First, I want to remain present this month. December is so crazy, with deadlines at work made more difficult by sources becoming hard to get in touch with during the holidays, with Christmas parties, with expectations for the season. Since I’ve been in journalism, I’ve dreaded this time of year. But I’m in better spirits so far this month, and I’m aiming to remain present in the day to day rather than wishing my way into January.

I also want to stay calm. The aforementioned deadlines have stressed me out in the past. Because so many people take the week between Christmas and New Year’s off, the deadline for our February issue is usually the year’s most challenging. I’ve tried to plan this year with that in mind, while also warning new staff members that this is how things to tend to go. I’m preparing the best I can while aiming to accept the rest.

I want to (need to!) stop shopping. I finished my Christmas shopping weeks ago, and the gifts are wrapped and under the tree at my house and my parents’ house in Florida. But all of the sales, the promotions, the holiday craft bazaars can be tempting, and often result in me buying more gifts–or buying for myself. I’ve got plenty, and I know my friends and family aren’t concerned with me spending more money on them.

Finally, I want to prepare for a quieter 2013. One of my weaknesses is overextending myself, and I’m already taking steps away from that for next year. But even as I turn down one commitment, it’s tempting for me to replace it with another. I’d like to spend the remainder of this month remembering how valuable “me time” is, and continue to prioritize that in the future.

“Everything is copy.”

That’s the lesson that the parents of one of my favorite writers, Nora Ephron, taught their daughter. They were screenwriters, and Nora rebelled by becoming a journalist. (Later, she ended up a screenwriter, too. And an essayist. And a novelist.)

So when I spontaneously decided yesterday to complete a two-day juice cleanse, of course I decided to write about it. You can read about my journey this weekend at Birmingham magazine’s website.

And don’t worry, Mom and Dad. If I feel badly, I’ll eat.