Tsalaky, Teresa

Thank God for Mrs. Hibbard. She wrote my poem out in big letters on a one-foot-by-two-foot card and tacked it up on the blackboard with a big gold star. And thus, a poet was born in the first grade. But who can make a living on that? Common sense sidetracked me into the world of journalism, which was great for my ego, because I won dozens of writing and editing awards and ended up as the head honcho of a daily newspaper on the California coast. When you're a newspaper publisher, everyone wants you on their boards and committees, because they think that will get them better media coverage (wron...