Confessions of a recovering journalist

For my first 20-plus years in journalism, I operated as a reporter and editor for four different daily newspapers – one in Minnesota and three in Colorado. While the sizes and readership numbers varied, there were common threads: late nights, editors calling for copy ASAP, ink-stained pressmen (if you’re old enough, picture Al Jolson in a union suit) poking their heads into the newsroom to vent invectives if we were past deadline, and a reliable stream of stress that as I grew older seemed to pinch a particular muscle located behind my right shoulder blade.

To this…