I am nothing if not rational about what is worthy of my anxiety and what is not, and I refuse to live my life as if a giant bus is just around the corner, waiting to crush me the minute I step off the curb.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Born in 1966, I came of age at the dawn of a revolution. The past was gone; we would move on and get over it!