BIO

BIOGRAPHY

Fifteen years ago, I walked up to a podium in the Governor’s mansion and looked out over a sea of hands, twisting and waving in the air. Dozens of members of Maine’s deaf community were there, and this is how they clap. Vigorously. Silently. They were honoring me with an award for my WMTW-TV series of investigative reports on decades-old sexual abuse at the Governor Baxter School for the Deaf. Some of the victims were in that audience.

 

“Thank you,” I said through the interpreter, “for letting me be your voice.”

 

 

I’ve always been passionate about telling people’s stories.

 

During the past twenty-five years, I’ve interviewed thousands of people for hundreds of newspaper, television and magazine stories and whether it’s a criminal trial or a middle-school bake sale, looking back I can see that my singular self-imposed task has been consistent: Dig deep enough to uncover the soul. Because regardless of the subject, there’s an emotional spark. Always. My job is finding that spark and crafting it into something relatable and universal.

 

That often involves being the voice for those who would typically go unheard.

 

 

That series of stories earned me the New England Press Association’s Rookie of the Year award, given annually to the top daily newspaper reporter in New England. “Elisa Boxer will be one of a very few that has the ability to picture life with words,” wrote one of the awarding judges. I’ve kept that piece of paper all these years because I do see that as my charge and my privilege as a journalist: Documenting life. Getting to the heart of who someone is and what motivates them and then crafting that into something tangible that maybe helps people make just a little more sense of this world.

 

The year before Lowell, I was a Columbia grad school student, trudging through the streets of Queens for my masters project documentary on Bosnian refugees who had fled their war-torn country and come to the safety of the States, only to find a similar level of hatred among their new Serbian and Croatian neighbors. One refugee literally still had a shrapnel shard in her cheek. She was trusting me to tell her story. To be her voice. This concept has never felt and will never feel anything less than magnificently sacred to me, whether I’m speaking to a politician or a prostitute. I’ve actually interviewed both. For the same story. Urban revitalization.

 

I get emotionally involved in my stories.

 

Not in a creepy way, but in a way that respects boundaries while weaving empathic threads through someone’s experience, to let them know they are heard. And seen. And understood.

 

As a journalism instructor in the University of Southern Maine’s English Department, this is one of the lessons I imparted to my students, that it’s okay and even preferable to let your emotions into your work. Many journalists believe the opposite. I believe that objectivity is one thing, but detachment is another. Detachment fosters disconnect, and if you’re emotionally disconnected, you’re going to miss the soul of the story.

 

And then one day instead of telling the stories, I became one.

 

In 2003, I built my dream house, moved in, and woke up that first morning unable to breathe. My airways had closed due to a toxic soup of formaldehyde, polyurethane, and other chemical fumes outgassing from the new building materials. My newborn son developed head-to-toe eczema.

 

Journalistic instincts kicked in and I began researching these chemicals that had made us so sick. I learned about Manufacturers Safety Data Sheets and trade secrets and how industry lobbyists and science-for-hire assures that chemicals linked to biological harm can and do end up on store shelves. I learned how our standards and laws in this country protect the companies who make the toxins, and not the people who unwittingly bring them into their homes.

 

 

Before this, I hadn’t thought much about root causes. Of illness, or of anything, really. I was too wrapped up in covering up symptoms so I could plug along getting to the heart of other people’s stories. Now that I was digging into my own, I found myself on a journey of how to heal on a deeper level, because conventional medicine wasn’t making me any better.

 

Even though I had been dabbling in meditation and alternative healing for many years, I still frankly considered them fringe. A skeptic by nature, I tended to associate Eastern medicine with kooky people. But it was all I had left. I tried acupuncture, homeopathy, mindfulness and yoga. They opened up my lungs. And my eyes. For the first time in maybe ever, I slowed down. I learned to shed old limiting beliefs. I learned to reconnect with that place of peace inside me that had been covered up for so many years by so many things that I had forgotten it was even there.

 

I learned how to soften.

Try this: As you exhale, let your shoulders fall.

See?

We can all soften.

 

 

 

 

My son has high-functioning autism, which has awakened a new way of looking at the world and a depth of compassion that I’m not sure I would be able to fully show up and be present for on this tender level, were it not for my own transformative challenges.

 

I have a renewed appreciation for writing that is meaningful and impactful and I won’t take on any writing assignments that aren’t. Uncovering that emotional spark and helping to ripple it out into the world is more important to me than ever, as I tell the stories of courageous leaders of organizations doing world-changing work like tackling homelessness and feeding hungry families. I used to report on agencies like these from behind the anchor desk or out in the field, but I’m now writing these mission-driven profiles from a place of purpose within myself.

 

Even writing this bio; seeing my own words unfold onto the page (I write everything out longhand first), helps bring into focus how journalism, teaching, mothering, mindfulness, advocacy and writing are inextricably and cosmically intertwined for me.

 

It’s a journey, right?

All part of the path.

Thanks for pausing to walk awhile with me.

Elisa Boxer, Corporate Wellness Coach, Maine

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