The short version: Tess Stuber grew up in Columbus, Ohio and moved to Toronto in 2018 to attend Ryerson University School of Journalism. She is passionate about inspiring change and believes that the first step to a better world is a well-informed public. This is what inspires her love for journalism. This site is a platform for her work as well as her personal endeavors as she explores all that life has to offer her.
The long version: Welcome to my blog!
I was born and raised in Columbus, Ohio and I have the luxury of having two families there. I have a family of five and a family of seven. My family of five consists of myself, my older brother, my dad, my stepmom, and our fluffy Australian-labradoodle. My family of seven consists again of myself and my older brother, as well as my younger half-sister, my mom, my stepdad, our two very opinionated mutts.
I graduated from Bexley High School in 2018. My high school experience started with an exploration of mental health and I went through my first memorable change as a human being- but more on that later. High school is where I found my passion for writing, political activism, being queer. It sounds funny when you say it, but being queer and progressing toward a queer world is a true passion of mine. Coming out introduced me to a community of some of the most loving people on this planet, and for that, I am forever grateful.
In 2017, I got my first gig as an intern for a local, online newspaper called Columbus Navigator. Navigator has taught me more than I could have imagined about the world of media, working with a team, exploring my passions, networking, and so much more.
In the fall of 2018, I packed up both my bedrooms and moved to Toronto, Canada to attend Ryerson University School of Journalism. Toronto is an incredible city with endless opportunities. I have been here since August of 2018 and have only begun to dip my toes in.
The world that awaits me is so vast and so grand, my only hope is that I’ll absorb as much of it as I can.
My favorite poem: Good Bones by Maggie Smith
Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.