My work: From the heart
As much as I enjoy giving public officials hell, the work that gets the best reader response might be when I write about the things closest to me.
When each of my children were born, I used the privilege of my post to write each of them an open letter of things I hope they'll remember. When Alabama doctors threatened doulas' access to their clients, I wrote a column ostensibly about that (but really about the bravery of my wife in childbirth). When Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, I shared how she had helped a scared little boy and his widowed father without either of us realizing it until decades later. And when a crusty old barkeep died, I shared what would end up being the first draft of his eulogy.
These are the things I'll remember long after the crooks and con artists have faded from my memory.