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

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

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.

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

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.