Theresa Cranks Out Gold
Close readers of newspapers (and of writers' bylines) will notice a raft of unfamiliar names popping up in the paper each summer. Odds are good that these names below the headline belong to summer interns, who are generally college students. One of the better ones anywhere happens to be my young friend Theresa Edwards, a Kent State University journalism student who's now interning at the Columbus Dispatch.
Theresa, whom I met and subsequently befriended through the Society of Professional Journalists (she was president of the KSU student chapter as a freshman), has so much enthusiasm for the craft that she sometimes takes my breath away. It doesn't hurt that she also has the people skills of someone 10 years older, and that she just keeps showing up wherever journalists gather (there she is in the nearby photo, the girl in the front row to the right. She was part of the National Association of Black Journalists as they toured the Plain Dealer). You shouldn't be surprised to see her mixing easily among delegates of Hispanic, foreign, male, senior citizen or any other kind of journalists, because she'd just as easily transcend those boundaries too. She's just into journalism like no one I've ever met.
Anyway, every time I read another of the endless stream of stories about the impending death of journalism, I immediately think of a handful of hyperenthusiastic, extremely talented young journalists I've met who give the lie to that silly argument. But always, I think of Theresa first. I hope you'll get to meet her some day and hear from her directly. In the meantime, you can do the next best thing, by sampling some of her great work here, here, here, here, here and here. And I was especially pleased to see her take up the issue of cliches here.