About Cassie McClure

Cassie McClure

Cassie McClure

Cassie McClure is a writer who first stumbled into a journalism degree because she didn't want to analyze other people's writing as an English major. She picked up a German degree since she already spoke the language, but she really should have picked Spanish.

As an elder millennial, Cassie McClure waited out the not-so-Great Recession by getting a master's in rhetoric to follow up a similarly useful BA in journalism. She worked in a university library for a good long while but also had a stint as an analyst in an open-source intelligence lab, which lends itself to fun stories at cocktail parties. 

As a German American, she navigates her bicultural background alongside her bicultural marriage to a Mexican national -- with whom she has two children -- all of which informs her writing about modern issues.

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Marking Time in an Unceremonious World Jan 04, 2026

The hot take that floated into my inbox this week was that resolutions are passe. Apparently, thinking about "next year" is outdated. We're in this grind of time and marking it arbitrarily doesn't matter. But, really, we time-travel constantly. It's ... Read More

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The Traffic Behind the Video Dec 21, 2025

I think I saw my first TikToker in the wild. For a split second, I thought it might be a politician filming a video. He wore a black vest, a burgundy shirt, and a cowboy hat, and he repeated the same forceful upward motion with his hand. He'd freeze,... Read More

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The Cycling Potentials of Life Dec 14, 2025

The refrain I repeated to my daughter was that, much like filling in eyebrows with makeup, the wings lined onto each eye she was "crashing out" over could be sisters, not twins. They don't need to be identical. "But again, let's tone it down in the f... Read More

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Improvising Our Way to Courage Dec 07, 2025

Some fear rarely announces itself. It moves quietly, almost politely, and takes a chair in the corner of your chest and waits. Some days, I forget it is there. Other days, it stirs the cauldron of my stomach until I'm forced to account for it. For mo... Read More