Welcome to the shop of yet another East Coast journalist with many interests and a few obsessions.
Note: if you came here looking for the Chris Lombardi who runs a record company, wrestles in spandex, or wields a paintbrush or a tattoo needle, hit the back button on your browser. (Maybe I should go back to my old Catholic ID, Cristina Maria Teresa: there seem to be enough folks with my name to stock a baseball team at least.) Otherwise…
In all my reporting and writing, I’m most interested in how ordinary people interact with the decisions of those in power– whether in the Bronx, Fort Benning, or Cambodia. Of course, as we all discover quickly, there are no truly ordinary people. If you’d like to work with me, please be in touch. Or check out first my other online homes below:
I Ain’t Marching Anymore, From George Washington to John Murtha: musings, new items and resources for my book-in-progress for UC Press.
Women’s Voices for Change, where I’m currently editor-in-chief
New in Philadelphia, an irregularly-updated blog about a town I always had a crush on, and moved to last year.
As for this place’s name, it’s from that essential piece of journalism The Dream Songs.
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules.
People are blowing and beating each other without mercy.
Drinks are boiling. Iced
drinks are boiling. The worse anyone feels, the worse
treated he is. Fools elect fools.
A harmless man at an intersection said, under his breath, “Christ!”
