Today is my last day in this gig. It’s time for me, sadly, to shove off.
I lucked into this job in the first place at a time when nothing like it was supposed to exist anymore. When casting around for work in New York a couple years ago, I’d never have guessed that I might have this kind of good fortune. Since then, I’ve written hundreds of posts and features, and it’s been a privilege, for which I owe a huge debt to everyone at Salon who gave me more leeway than I probably deserved.
It’s an amazing publication, committed all at once to serious news reporting, honest and hard-hitting opinion, the best popular feminist writing around, voluminous, brilliant books coverage, incisive and witty culture critics and a fantastic new food section. (Seriously, the number of these recipes I’ve used…) I could go on, but you can just click around for yourself. To manage all that while being independent, intimately involved with its readership, and, above all, good-humored makes this place a true treasure.
I’m leaving, but the truth is, you won’t be all the way rid of me just yet. This fall, I’ll be starting a PhD in American history. (I’ve been doing a master’s this year, and I imagine some readers have spotted the influence of my graduate work show up in my writing already.) A doctoral program is going to take up the better part of the time I can now give to Salon. But the folks here have generously offered to have me back to write more explicitly historically-informed commentary in the fall. I’ll do my solid best to bring important pieces of the past to bear on the present, and not to bore you to tears in the process.
For now, though, I’m going to go spend some time in California walking my dog, reading my books and playing my banjo — that kind of stuff. I’ll miss you guys, and hopefully see you again pretty soon. I hope you’ve liked what I’ve had to say. I’ve certainly appreciated the chance to say it.