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Announcing our 2023-24 travel grant winners

Announcing our 2023-24 travel grant winners

Cities, solutions, and journalism were major ingredients in my father’s life. In making stories happen through this foundation, we honor that part of his legacy and add to a rising wave of interest and attention in these topics.  He’d love that!  We’re in...

Stories to share; 2023 Grant applications open!

Stories to share; 2023 Grant applications open!

When it came to telling funny stories, my Dad, Neal Peirce, always envied friends and colleagues who could really hold the room and make people double over in laughter. “I just wish I could do that!” he would say. In truth he was pretty good at it, and his...

Announcing our 2022-23 travel grant winners

Announcing our 2022-23 travel grant winners

I’m thrilled to announce the winners of the Neal Peirce Foundation’s 2022-23 journalism travel grants! Our support of up to $1,500 each will enable seven journalists to go out on the road, as my father did for so much of his career, to report stories about how cities...

What Neal Peirce found on the road

What Neal Peirce found on the road

Today, on the second anniversary of the death of my Dad, Neal Peirce, I keep thinking about how he was always home for the holidays — and how this stood in contrast to the rest of the year, when he was always on the road. As a kid, the sight of Dad’s leather suitcase...

Announcing the Neal Peirce Foundation’s first travel grants

Announcing the Neal Peirce Foundation’s first travel grants

On a bright afternoon in October, I telephoned three journalists to let them know that our brand new foundation — started in memory of my dad, Neal Peirce — was giving each of them a travel grant of up to $1,500.  I was delivering good news…  so why were my hands...

Introducing the Neal Peirce Foundation

Introducing the Neal Peirce Foundation

When my Dad died in December 2019, two thoughts overwhelmed me.  One was that he’d had a wild ride in life, a grand time. He shared this with me on the porch overlooking his beloved Newfound Lake one glorious August afternoon, the sun at his back. “If I died now,...