For a while there, I was a stringer. The expression comes from the old habit of stringing together the column inches that you had written. They'd measure it and pay you 10 cents an inch for your printed copy.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.

It takes an earthquake to remind us that we walk on the crust of an unfinished planet.

My mother, at least twice, cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on, because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

I don't have any well-developed philosophy about journalism. Ultimately it is important in a society like this, so people can know about everything that goes wrong.

I would like to explore some side roads in life while I am still in good health and good spirits.

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.