|age 12: future "fattie"|
"You look like a cow." Well, those weren't their words, but it sure felt like it. They did say, "We'd love to hire you. You're tall enough, 5'6", but come back when you lose twenty pounds." I hurried to the parking lot, ashamed to weigh 135.
It was the mid-70s. Thin was in. Trying to look like Twiggy for a job seemed hopeless -- and stupid -- but creating stories, hmm, the public wouldn't know if the girl pecking away at a typewriter was beautiful or just a dog in a party hat. I decided once and for all to become a real writer.
At Cal State University, Dominguez Hills, I took a journalism class and helped edit the school's literary journal, which published some of my poems and short stories. I was so thrilled to see my name in print I went nuts. The instructor said, "Kristi, if you're serious about words, get onto a daily newspaper. Be a reporter."
I asked a million questions, mainly "how?" I was scared to death.
"Try Gardena Valley News," he said. "It's just a few miles from here. Go talk to the editor."
So I did. And thus began a whirlwind adventure in journalism.
From: BLUE SKIES: ONE AUTHOR'S JOURNEY, to be published this Fall.