didn’t analyze my chosen profession much at the time; I enjoyed writing and loved a good mystery, so journalism always seemed like a logical path. In retrospect, though, I wondered if there had been a deeper motivation for my choice. Maybe for someone who grew up in a household that favored suppression and obfuscation, choosing a career dedicated to publicly uncovering the truth was the ultimate form of rebellion. Maybe, given that my father died a mystery, there was something cathartic about untangling the mysteries of others.
