Dredging Up Problems
Land — we cultivate it for food, mine it for resources, and build our homes upon it. We travel across it, wage wars over it, and even worship it.
Elijah Anderson
With years of experience writing and editing—everything from press releases to travelogues—I've honed an ability to inform, inspire and entertain a reader through the written word. My aptitude for writing and editing is complemented by a working knowledge of graphic design, social media management, photography, web design and other marketing skills.
Please browse this selection of my published work and visit my LinkedIn for my full resume or to get in touch with me.
Teampall Bheanáin
On an island off Ireland’s western coast, perched high atop a hill, sits an 11th-century church not much larger than a car parking space.
Eating Away at Earth
If humans had not domesticated animals more than 12,000 years ago, we would undoubtedly look like a different species today.
Eight days in Iceland: Times reporter and his father travel to the Arctic Circle
KEFLAVIK, Iceland — “Wow,” my dad said, looking out the back window of our Reykjavik Excursions tour bus. “Welcome to the moon.”
Bushiribana Gold Mill Ruins
On Aruba’s rugged, desertlike northeastern coast sits a remnant of the island’s once-bustling gold mining industry— the Bushiribana Gold Mill Ruins.
Connecting Countries and Commerce for Decades
On a hot, windy Thursday in August 1938, a crowd of more than 25,000 people gathered on the rocky terrain of Wellesley Island, climbing atop boulders and craning their necks to get a glimpse of world history.
Human Trafficking: NNY not immune to modern slave trade
WATERTOWN — Still feeling the warm rush of heroin in her bloodstream, Selena walked into a hotel room with the man who had ordered her online a few days ago.
NNY veterans take ‘honor’ trip to D.C.
WASHINGTON — Standing on the Atlantic side of the National World War II Memorial, Joseph H. Brady was taken back in time.
Adoptees’ Birthright: State bill would give birth record access
HAMMOND — Bridget J. Gordinier had almost given up hope of ever speaking to her daughter, 35 years after she was born. “I lost all hope. I knew I would never see her again,” Ms. Gordinier said.
