It's 2013 ... The Time's obituary for Yvonne Brill, renowned rocket scientist, winner of the National Medal of Technology and Innovations, leads with, 'She made a mean beef stroganoff, followed her husband from job to job and took eight years off from work to raise three children. "The world's best mom," her son Matthew said.

I do miss the excitement of seeing history up close, of having intimate knowledge, through direct experience, of what happens when people and governments clash, but I do not miss the danger or the constant displacement.

I sell my first book to Random House, a memoir of my years as a war photographer, for twice my NBC salary.

Photography forces one out into the world, interacting with people and the environment. It flexes all those right brain, spatially-adept muscles.

Id always assumed that by 40 Id have at least a modicum of stability - a steady income, an established career, a bountiful fullness, like a pillow into which I could sink as I entered the second half of my life.

This is what sexism does best: it makes you feel crazy for desiring parity and hopeless about ever achieving it.

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.