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.

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

I was an unusually private person - in a way, kind of insufferably so. I think I thought the celebrity thing when it happened was a temporary phenomenon, and I was above it.

I can cook; but not well. I figure I have six years until my children discover what their friends' mothers make for dinner.

My guess is that people look at me and project their own values - importance of family, ego is healthy but not the biggest thing. I don't know. I can't explain my popularity.

Well, every now and then I would hear the preposterous notion that that Jane Pauley sounds like Barbara Walters. Like I could if I tried?

My parents were terrific - mother was a church organist and my father was probably the most respected person in our church outside of the minister and sometimes maybe that much. The neighbors all called him - a gentleman.