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 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.

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.

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!

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

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

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