I’ve got brains in my head and feet in my shoes — and a University of Florida journalism degree in my hand doesn’t hurt. But I became a journalist too early to be taught digital media and too late to not already know how to use it properly. So, I learned to adjust.

I worked my way into social media. I fell in love with SEO. I absorbed Web 2.0. I blogged, linked and tagged. I explored project management. I dabbled in video editing. I tackled Adobe InDesign and Photoshop. I picked up on HTML and CSS. I'm the product of traditional journalism and online marketing.

Most journalists in my generation fell in love with it at a young age, usually from their parents. But I’m the daughter of two chemists and sister to a lawyer and near-professional poker player. Needless to say, I didn’t grow up around stacks of old magazines and newspapers. A cross-stitched “old chemists never die, they just reach equilibrium” frame hung above the sink in my kitchen — something that eventually caused my skin to crawl: Not because of the saying, but because of the blatant comma splice that was forever etched into part of my house.
