Life in the Queen City

Life in the Queen City

About three months ago, I packed up all my shoes and clothes and drove for 12 hours. Destination – Charlotte, North Carolina. 

After three wonderful years in western Massachusetts, I wanted to take the next step in my career and start reporting for a bigger audience in a bigger TV market. After a whirlwind of phone interviews, several flights and in-person interviews, I landed in the Queen City. 

And to sum up my experience so far in the new city?

  1. I went from the constantly-20-degree arctic tundra to record breaking heat and humidity…
  2. So many breweries in Charlotte! 
  3. Love the fact that many restaurants with patio here welcome your four-legged fur friends and bring out water bowls for them too.
  4. I met Cam Newton!!! (Don’t worry Cowboys and Pats, I still like you guys)
  5. Waking up at 3:30am is tough! Yes, 3:30. In the morning. Well, in the middle of the night? I had to say buh-bye to my evening newscasts and now I encourage people with wake up with us on channel 14! 

I say this every time, but I will do a better job at keeping up with this blog to bring you more Charlotte updates!

(See! Hi Cam!)   

Introducing Dobby…

Introducing Dobby…



Dobby the retriever / hound mix is the newest addition to our little family! Jack and I adopted Dobby from Dakin Pioneer Valley Humane Society in Springfield. Just like his mom, Dobby is from Texas although that’s not the only reason why we picked Dobbster. Just look at his ears!!!
We are in love with our new pup. He’s only 8 months old, but he’s learning and growing up to be a handsome dog!


Congratulations, Lil Bro!

Congratulations, Lil Bro!

He did it!

My little brother, my family’s baby, put on the bright blue gown, walked across the stage at Dallas Convention Center and received his high school diploma. Officially a Plano West Senior High School graduate!!!

I’m so happy I could take this whole week off to come see him graduate. It’s incredibly hard to believe I put on that same gown and turned the tassel six years ago, but it’s even more difficult to digest when it’s your baby brother doing the same thing.

Without being too sentimental — I’m proud to be a big sister to such an intelligent, driven, nice, strong young man. And as always, I am thankful for my loving family.

Gig ’em bro!



24 Hours Later… and a Sincere Thank You

24 Hours Later… and a Sincere Thank You

Finally I have some time to sit down and think about what happened at 2:50 p.m. on April 15th, 2013. The day I put in my phone’s countdown app as “MARATHON MONDAY!” The day now I will forever remember as that horrific Marathon Monday.

More than anything the last couple of days made me realize that nothing – no classes, professors or books – could have prepared me for my job, having to tell the story while everyone I love is in absolute misery in a city I love. And this is where my sincere thank you comes in. All those tweets, texts and messages kept me going, and knowing that so many people cared about not only my safety, but everyone else’s near me, I’m not sure how to express that in words.

As a Boston University alum, I still don’t understanding why this happened, and I hate that this happened. But at least now I know there are more good people out there than bad people, and that Boston doesn’t go down easy.

As soon as I heard about the twin explosions at the Boston Marathon finish line on Boylston Street, I dropped everything and ran. No second thoughts, I just started running. Of course about .75 mile into my run, I had to admit I was in no shape to run another .5 mile, so I hopped in a cab.

But regardless of how I got there, I got there. And saw chaos.

Confused runners. Police trying to get people out of the area. Volunteers directing people away from the finish line. Families looking for their loved ones. And amidst all the fear, the chaos, the frustration, emotional reunions.


It’s hard to explain why I love Marathon Monday so much.

It’s one day that brings hundreds of thousands of people together, and the entire state shuts down, so people can go watch the race and celebrate together.

I always loved how you could stand next to a complete stranger along the marathon route and as if you’ve known each other for decades, you could cheer and laugh together. I loved how you could just scream on top of your lungs whatever sports team jersey or a state shirt the runner was wearing. Or you could even cheer for a runner who had his or her name written on their shirt in a sharpie.

And I think that’s going to be even more special next year. In fact, I’m already looking forward to Marathon Monday 2014.

This horrible tragedy killed three innocent people and injured more than 150. But it certainly didn’t break Boston’s spirits. It showed everyone around the world that Massachusetts is resilient. People love one another here. People care. People are proud of their state, and people are strong.


So here’s to this resilient city that I fell in love with six years ago.

See you at the 118th Boston Marathon.

A Heartwarming Welcome Home

A Heartwarming Welcome Home

When I drove up Chicopee St to the “Welcome Home” ceremony for Sgt. Joshua Bouchard, I couldn’t find a parking spot. Literally hundreds of Granby residents were already there waiting for Josh’s arrival. I was simply in awe that so many people, friends of Josh or not, showed up to support him.




I’d say this was definitely one of the most heartwarming stories I’ve covered so far in western Massachusetts.

Watch my story here.