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Elizabeth N. Riley
http://www.elizabethnicoleriley.com/
Elizabeth N. Riley is a passionate Chicago-based journalist. She got Master’s in journalism from the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University in 2008. Elizabeth pursued an interest in urban issues reporting throughout grad school with a concentration in magazine publishing and graphic design. She believes journalism can change the world.
Recent Posts
The New Scribes
I'm currently rereading Here Comes Everybody: The Power of Organizing Without Organizations by Clay Shirky, a must-read for any journalist who wants to remain employable/understand what the hell is happening to our profession. The book chronicles how...
Taking In Geniuses
With all the crap and garbage there is on the Internet (this blog?), there is also a tremendous amount of creative content. I often find myself spending hours watching Vimeo videos, pondering on the minds that sprung forth such beautiful and imaginat...
Why Yogurt Reminds Me of Dustin Hoffman
It’s amazing what our brains choose to remember and what they choose to forget. Our minds, unbeknownst to us, attach random acts to random memories. And each time those acts are carried out we think of those associated memories. These memories are ...
We All Come From Somewhere
Growing up I was embarrassed by where I lived. And even today, some of my closest friends don't know the details of my childhood. When my parents divorced my mother went back to work after being a stay-at-home mom for years. She tried to maintain our...
Rise of the Kentucky Mountain Man
When it comes to dating, we all have a type. Tall, dark, skinny, blond, buff. The list goes on. Over the last two years I've noticed that I'm no longer attracted to the type I once was—preppy, frat-tastic, closed-minded. I suppose this transformati...
Welcome to Elizabeth N. Riley
I always knew I wanted to be a journalist from the time I was nine years old. Wearing a pair of my of my mom's heels as I pretended to be Lois Lane was a regular occurrence for me. And with help from my older brother (and his computer), I frequently ...

