My husband and I were born three weeks apart, and our plan had always been to throw a joint party for our 40th birthdays.

My husband and I were born three weeks apart, and our plan had always been to throw a joint party for our 40th birthdays.

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

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

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.

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