Who I am:
I am a born-and-bred Floridian who recently migrated over to the Space Coast to join the TWLOHA team as the new editor, so you’ll be seeing (or reading) a lot more of me. I graduated from Southeastern University in 2009 with a degree in Journalism and Public Relations and 18 credits of English classes that I still think about daily.
Oh, and in October, I’ll be changing my last name to “Youngblood.”
Stuff I love:
My dad made a promise to me when I was younger that he would keep buying books for me as long as I kept reading them; I pride myself on having full shelves. I can’t pick a favorite, so don’t make me.
Most people know me for my Disney fanaticism. I often use my annual pass simply for a bite to eat after work and the thrill of feeling like a child all over again during the fireworks show. It is my own personal Neverland.
I just won’t apologize for the amount of time I spend watching good television. I can’t think of an episode of Mad Men that I don’t find amazing, an episode of Modern Family that doesn’t leave me almost crying from laughter, or an episode of Community that doesn’t make me wish Greendale Community College was a real place. But all of those are off the air for the summer, so I’m making my way through The West Wing like it’s 1999. Bartlet for America.
Above all, I love a God of unfathomable grace. I was raised in a pastor’s home, and faith was always the background of my upbringing. As I’ve grown up, I’ve realized the importance of claiming, learning, and renewing that faith on my own. It is a messy and ongoing process, but it is worth it.
(Other things I enjoy but don’t have space to wax poetic about: cheese, sunflowers, perfume counters, the window seat, a good pair of boots, and Bryant Park.)
Why I’m here:
With all that TWLOHA has become, I never want to forget this all started with a handful of heartfelt words on a screen. I think it’s a powerful reminder that our words can bring hope and life. Small things can produce big change—a heart healed, a relationship mended, a life saved. This truth has not only inspired me as a writer and editor, but it has freed me as a person. I’m here as a product of timely encouragement and as a believer in the words yet unspoken. I’m looking forward to the challenge and privilege of communicating hope.
Last Sunday, May 6, marked the 75th anniversary of the 1937 Hindenburg disaster. The massive German airship caught fire while attempting to land near Lakehurst, New Jersey, killing 35 people aboard, plus one ground crew member. Of the 97 passengers and crew members on board, 62 managed to survive. The horrifying incident was captured by reporters and photographers and replayed on radio broadcasts, in newsprint, and on newsreels. News of the disaster led to a public loss of confidence in airship travel, ending an era.
Top: The Hindenburg floats past the Empire State Building over Manhattan on August 8, 1936, en route to Lakehurst, New Jersey, from Germany.
Bottom: As the lifting Hydrogen gas burned and escaped from the rear of the Hindenburg, the tail dropped to the ground, sending a burst of flame punching through the nose. Ground crew below scatter to flee the inferno.
See the rest. [Images: AP]