When Duke announced classes were moving online, I knew it meant an end to impassioned discussions over meals at the Brodhead Center, cheering on the basketball team at watch parties and late nights in The Chronicle’s office at 301 Flowers. But as a student journalist, I knew the most important part of my time at Duke had just begun.
At The Chronicle, I wanted to grow up to be like Karen: a badass journalist, writer, partner, parent and mentor.
Karen was a loyal member of our neighborhood book club, whose fellow readers remembered Karen on May 25, appropriately, Memorial Day.
It is hard to imagine how anyone could offer better leadership to any organization at Duke than Karen Blumenthal provided for The Chronicle during the past few decades.
Karen seemed like everything a journalist should be, and I wanted to be like her, except for her disturbing love of the Dallas Cowboys.
That was quintessential Karen—she was ready and willing to give support and guidance, but she wasn’t going to be all delicate about it.
You are less likely to take beneficial economic risks; the kind meant for the secure. You just want to make sure your family has what they need. You are extra attentive to messages from your parents. Usually, it means something is wrong.