Katie Rogers covers the White House for the New York Times, a job she finds both stressful and educational. She says that the stress of having to constantly snap her fingers in front of President Trump's face to regain his attention when he veers off into an incoherent rant makes it impossible for her to sleep at night unless she hangs upside down from the rafters. But she also admits she has learned so much about the inner workings of the American experiment in democracy that she is now planning a lateral move to Antarctica for a ten year sabbatical among the chinstrap penguins.
She has fond memories of growing up in Hoosier, Indiana, where the corn is alpine as a tall billboard sign, and it looks like it's growin' right up to cloud nine . . .
Her ancestors arrived at Plymouth Rock by coracle and held important positions in such organizations as American National Cattlewomen Inc; the Association of Gravestone Studies; The Organization for the Working Samoyed; and the American Association of Candy Technologists. There is a statue of her great Uncle Sebastian on the grounds of the state capital in Indianapolis, for his outstanding contributions to the game of pinochle.
A keen student of pop culture and haute couture, Ms. Rogers was among the first journalists to investigate the dangers of prolonged exposure to hula hoop earrings.
A graduate of Loyala University, she was awarded the Lucius Beebe Medallion for Breaking News and then Fixing It. Her hobbies include bowling ball rosemaling and collecting wimples.
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"Give me a Buckeye anytime . . . "
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