This morning my prodigous 23-year-old journalist sister has an op-ed piece in The Washington Post, the nation's most respected and prestigious newspaper along with The New York Times. In the essay, Sara responds to a ridiculous comment by the creator of HBO's "The Wire", a former Baltimore Sun reporter in the 1980s, that Americans don't care about the news anymore. She begs to differ, and as usual, makes a pretty airtight case, at least if you're talking about people with half a brain (you know--liberals, Duck fans).
A little over a week ago, Sara also had an op-ed piece in the San Francisco Chronicle. This one was more personal, about her struggles through the college financial aid process as part of a piece about Harvard deciding to give more aid to middle-class students.
Part of me is as astonished seeing Sara pen these pieces for the nation's great newspapers--she's also written op ed articles for the Los Angles Times on Gen Y and the Christian Science Monitor on the rising pop cultural cache of Barack "B-Rock" Obama--as I am watching our postman currently deliver mail in 36-degree weather while wearing shorts. But even though she's barely old enough to buy alcohol, Sara has been at this for a long time now when you figure in the six or seven years of college and high school newspaper work.
As if her op-ed pieces weren't impressive enough, Sara was also promoted from her copy editing job to opinion editor at the newspaper where she works, the Los Angeles Daily Journal. I just hope in her ongoing path toward world domination, she remembers the little people who used to give her piggy back rides and make her favorite fettucini with sausage and cream sauce.