Editor’s Letter
Mission: Possible I WAS standing outside a coal mine, peering down a tunnel that appeared to have no end, when I texted my husband, then boyfriend, Iain. “Don’t think I can do it,” I wrote. I had traveled to Medellín, Colombia, on assignment to profile a coal miner who, despite spending 12 hours a day inhaling coal dust, was known for ascending the steepest of mountains as a champion cyclist. The day before, the subject of my story had casually invited me to see his “office,” and now my nerves were getting the better of me. “You CAN do it,” Iain texted back. That familiar nudge got me 300 feet below ground over a decade ago, and it continues to motivate me whenever doubt or indecision creeps in. And while I’m not…