One of my earliest school memories is my teacher asking why I never drew my father in FAMILY PICTURES..
"Because he's behind the camera," I replied.
I thought it was obvious!
My father loved photography. He turned our spare room into a darkroom. I spent hours delighting in the images that slowly appeared in the chemical trays before he hung them up to dry.
Years later, after he retired, he started writing for newspapers. People would often ask him if I inherited my journalism from him. He’d laugh and say, “No, I got it from my daughter!”
The best journalism advice he ever gave me was simple: “Just get something down on paper. You can always go back and change it.”