Both of these stories fell in my lap on my way home from the gym. A horrific terror attack in France leaves little opportunity for firsthand reporting for a paper in Boston, unless you have an intrepid scamp who can scour Twitter for local reactions, quickly gain interviewees’ trust, and speak to them in French. This was a developing story, emotionally charged, and moving fast.

A reporter shortage meant getting dispatched to Cape Cod on a moment’s notice to interview Elizabeth Warren during her run for the US Senate. I did it. It was very hot, I was very nervous.