Tovin Lapan

Who says writing isn't dangerous?

One summer while I was in middle school my English-teacher mother sent me to a writing workshop, and, while rocking my chair back and forth entranced by my own narrative, I fell forward. My chin slammed down on the table, and I bit my tongue. I got bloody at writing camp.

I'm still writing, and searching for true stories that demand to be shared. I've worked at newspapers and magazines, shot photos and video.

I have a history of covering immigration and Latin America, but I'm looking for tales to tell, and secrets to investigate, everywhere on every topic.