I came back to work when my children were two months old. At that early age, they seem to have little awareness of anybody but their Raggedy Ann dolls, so it wasn't a matter of them missing me. I was missing them.

The most likely moment for something incredible to happen to me was the moment I was most certain nothing ever would.

I have been fiercely private, in part because I could never understand how a journalist could be otherwise. I was also the mother of small children, and security concerns were paramount.

Sometimes it takes the better part of a lifetime to find out what your passion is, but in my observation, if you do, it might be the best part of your life.

I had had some months of depression. Not serious enough to keep me from work. So, I guess you'd call that a mild depression.

What I've discovered is that my kids weren't watching the 'Today' show... they watch 'Gumby' and 'Bugs Bunny!'

It may feel like the more you know about depression and the many forms it can take, the more questions you have. That's how I feel.