I started out as a managing editor of the L.A. Times.
I end it as a vice president at CNN.
We lived in Los Feliz, under the hills of Griffith Park and neon signs of donut shops. Now we’re in Jackson Heights, in the shadow of brick buildings and halal butchers and planes headed to LaGuardia.
After the move, we let our 12-year-old walk to the store alone. In mid-November, a block from our house, someone called my friend a “sand n-----” and said he was “gonna die.” We stopped letting our girl go.
I’ll remember this year.