I hope to become a nurse, and a good one. I hope to make a difference one person at a time. Maybe one day write about why I wanted to be a nurse. In the meantime, I hope to continue to freelance for newspapers and magazines while I am in school, and even when I am a nurse. I will always be a writer. But I never want to feel like I am doing it to line the pockets of rich men in Chicago who know nothing about journalism and even less about public service.




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The steady drip of layoffs and buyouts, slowly desiccating once-vibrant newsrooms around the country, has also produced a reservoir of anger, sadness, fear, uncertainty—even some cautious optimism here and there—among reporters and editors who invested years, decades in some cases, of their lives to print journalism. We’ve asked anyone so inclined to channel these emotions, not into rant—although there will be a bit of that—but rather into reflection on what went wrong, and where we might go from here. We will publish one per day, under the headline “Parting Thoughts.” All of the letters we publish will be collected here.

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