Charlotte Moore

Digital Producer @RYHTexas. Writer. Painter. Advocate. Civic activist. Mom. Humorist. Singer. Dancer. Dreamer. Tina Fey wannabe.


Newspaper Reporter: Not The Worst Job of 2013


So far in my professional career, being a newspaper reporter has been my favorite job. Which is why I was surprised early this morning to wake up to more than a few posts on Facebook about a new CareerCast.com survey out today that lists newspaper reporter as the worst job of 2013.


#POTUSPROBLEMS


And here we were, naively thinking the President of the United States of America walked around day after day making only the most presidential statements — about war, the economy…


Coming Home; Leaving Again


For 10 years, she drank and smoked. Cigarettes. Cloves at first. Because she wasn’t a real smoker.


My First Ramadan Feast & Prayer


My boyfriend and I were driving through my sister’s apartment complex in far North Austin. We came upon a man standing on a sidewalk next to an elderly woman…

Publications edited by Charlotte Moore

Share your ideas and observations that don’t seem to belong in any specific collection. The more “out there” the better.


Off-The-Books Going Off-The-Charts


As a seasoned television news producer for the CBS affiliate in Austin, Texas, I was pulling in less than $40,000. Now, I know you’re not supposed to…


Newspaper Reporter: Not The Worst Job of 2013


So far in my professional career, being a newspaper reporter has been my favorite job. Which is why I was surprised early this morning to wake up to more than a few posts on Facebook about a new CareerCast.com survey out today that lists newspaper reporter as the worst job of 2013.


Necessity Has Many Children


Necessity is the mother of invention.

Some say it was Aesop who first uttered the phrase. Others say Plato. Or Victor Hugo. To whomever…


A Wandering Minstrel Missing the Meaning


Just now, a good friend told me I am like a wandering minstrel. As is my way, I instinctively bristled inwardly at the obvious affront. A…


Remembering Ebert


Like you, I didn’t know Roger Ebert personally. But, the moment I saw the first Tweeting of his death, I paused doing whatever it was I was doing to remember.


Dear single Christian mom of five children on Easter Sunday morning,


You don’t see me watching you. But I do. Before the morning sunlight filters through your window blinds. I see…


Funny Faced Me


Every girl longs to be Audrey Hepburn. Every girl, whether she’s black or white, tall or short, big or thin, smart, dumb, a feminist, a lesbian, a CEO or a Hooters girl. And we’re pretty open to any of the Audreys, whether she’s romping around Rome, eating her breakfast in front of Tiffany, ruining souffles in Paris, or doing what I call the Doolittle—charming old academic types…