10 years ago this week, I started blogging with this post. We hadn't invaded Iraq, elected our first black president, or passed the largest entitlement expansion in 40 years. Enron--and Lehman brothers--were going concerns. I was a lifelong New Yorker, working in a construction trailer besides the still-smoking ruins of the World Trade Center. The idea of becoming a journalist was about as far from my mind as the notion of becoming an Olympic figure skaer. I hadn't met my husband, or most of the people who were in our wedding.
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