I don’t even really know what to say. I am so thankful to the readers who have donated to the support fund for those of us who found ourselves unceremoniously unemployed last week. I’m especially grateful to the HazMedia Union for their vocal and continuing public support of the Writers’ Sustenance Fund. Solidarity, endlessly.
I’m luckier than most, and I own that. What I didn’t own is my apartment, so I guess y’all can infer from the name of this newsletter what I decided to do about it. It was either spend my severance on another month’s rent in Greenpoint or hoof it on back home.
So here I am, a Texas gal, again. I’m not an everything-happens-for-a-reason type, but I’ve been thinking about moving back for a while — I actually pitched Haz on opening a satellite office in Gallum County to cover the ‘24 race as a test run. (Maybe this was their funny way of accepting my pitch. Funny-not-funny.) Growing up in President Rudy Ruiz’s backyard has already informed so much of my coverage of the way America has changed since 2016, so I’m ready to start digging around for some good stories while I plot my next move.
Politics aside, I think Gallum County has a lot of good folks and a deep, kind heart. (I can hear y’all rolling your eyes! Cut it out!) I don’t know what all I’ll be publishing here, but I can assure you that barbecue, tacos, and small-town drama will be involved.
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