BEHIND THE SCENES | JAMIE MARA
Words on a plaque hanging in the dining area in my home read: "We don't remember days, we remember moments."
It holds true for my wife, two teenage sons and me. "The time Carson pulled Connor's elbow out of its socket" is one often-cited such moment. As is, "The second time Connor's elbow popped out of its socket."
This perspective holds true for me at work, too.
I'll mark my 13th year at Post-Crescent Media next week. I'm not big on dates, but lots of moments line the highway as I look back.
Most are tied to news events. The 9/11 terrorist attacks. Two wars. The explosion of the space shuttle.
A couple of others closer to home from my early days come to mind.
The beating death of a 2-year-old boy by his stepfather in fall of 2002 stunned me. My sons were 2 and 4 years old at the time. Through an investigation we revealed holes in the child-protection safety net. The state responded with new rules on training and communication.
Now and again, I still think of what that toddler must've gone through. And, I'm proud we could make some sort of difference.
The following summer, we introduced the Fox Valley to thousands of Hmong refugees headed here.
Central to the work was a trip by two reporters and a photographer to a Thai refugee camp where the Hmong (pronounced "Mung") were preparing for new lives in the U.S. The stories and photos our team came back with were gripping.
These men, women and children were living in limbo - unwanted in Thailand but unable to return to their native country of Laos. The government there was known to kill Hmong because of their allegiance to the U.S. during the Vietnam War.
I gained my own new perspective at the same time we were helping others do so.
More days mean more moments to come.