I’m a national breaking news and feature correspondent focusing on politics and policy at Bloomberg News and Bloomberg Businessweek. The 2016 presidential election has kept me busy: venturing inside an Iowa caucus, into the annals of teleprompting and on a two-week, 3,041-mile cross-country Greyhound bus trip to interview more than 100 voters about their lives and plans for November. Sometimes I get to talk to Charlie Rose, probe the intersection of race and policing while on a graveyard-shift ride-along and fly to Bulgaria to write about the world’s most foul-mouthed and most successful rock climber/theoretical physicist/serial entrepreneur.
An investigation into how the U.S. banking industry provides a conduit for the $10 billion human smuggling industry earned my colleague Michael Smith and me an Excellence in Financial Journalism Award this year. I was a finalist for the Livingston Awards for my story about the legislative assault on the business of abortion, named the Best New Journalist by the Newswomen’s Club of New York, and received the Feddie Award from the National Press Foundation and the Society of the Silurians’ Excellence in Journalism Award for magazine reporting for a feature on income inequality. Earlier in my career, I reported my master’s thesis from Timbuktu, Mali, and while an intern at the old BusinessWeek broke the story of Goldman Sachs’ access to swine flu vaccine when even pregnant women were empty handed. I was that BusinessWeek employee who raised her hand.
In the fall of 2014 I moved to Santa Barbara, California, after six years in New York City, where I attended Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism, and three in France. Born on a blueberry farm in Maine, I was named after the main character in J.D. Salinger’s short story, “For Esmé – with Love and Squalor,” which was first published in The New Yorker in 1950 and later became one of Nine Stories. It begins: “Just recently, by air mail, I received an invitation to a wedding that will take place in England on April 18th.” My birthday is April 18th. My parents claim they weren’t aware of this coincidence. I am skeptical.