Confessions of a Failed Journalist

An American worker's story.

“So, what kind of journalist are you?” 

I get that question a lot at parties—well before parties died in March. My go-to answer used to be “the Chicago kind,” which sounds like a cop-out, but I didn’t necessarily have a better description. Since 2007, almost all of my bylines have appeared in publications with the word Chicago in the title (Chicago Sun-T…