Q: Who are the two most influential African Americans in your life?
A: Any one of my grandparents -- I am so grateful to have been able to spend more than 20 years with my Grandma Lewis and Granddaddy Jenkins, and that I am still able to spend time with my Granddaddy Lewis and Grandma Jenkins. I’d like to think that the lessons I learned from them made me who I am today.
Either one of my parents -- They taught me the importance of ambition, working hard, dedication, love, loyalty and the importance of keeping God first in my life and always having a positive attitude. I can only hope to be as great a parent to my children as they are to me.
Q: Were there any notable African Americans who inspired you to pursue a career in the news business?
A: Ida B. Wells -- She was an African American journalist, editor and early leader of the civil rights movement. Her investigative journalism articles about racial tension and lynching is proof that journalism really does have the power to change things.
Isabel Wilkerson -- She was the first African American woman to win a Pulitzer Prize in journalism. She’s a phenomenal journalist, and her recent book “Warmth of Other Suns” is one of the best books that I’ve read in a long time. I’d love to meet her one day.
Q: You do a lot of mentoring work with younger kids. Why is that important to you?
A: I love working with children, and, at the risk of quoting a Whitney Houston song, I really do believe that children are our future. We should spend less time criticizing them and more time mentoring and helping them reach their full potential.
Q: What are your top five favorite movies?
A: Right now, my top five favorite movies are “The King’s Speech,” “Coming to America” (come on, it’s a classic), “Avatar,” “Slumdog Millionaire” and “The Departed.”
Q: How did you meet your husband? (C-I inside joke.)
A: Very funny, Trevor. It’s just your typical, boring, girl-meets-guy love story.
Five years ago, while walking across the street on the College of Charleston campus, I got hit by a Ford truck.
Not too long afterward, as I limped down the street on one crutch -- with my arm in a sling, no less -- John approached me and asked if I needed any help carrying my books. We started talking and the rest is history.
However, my husband claims that I was "checking him out" as I limped down the street, and that's why he spoke to me. But seriously, how ridiculous does that sound?