In the beginning, my mother humored me when I told her I wanted to be a reporter.

Our free enterprise system of disseminating information is collectively referred to as The Media. But there is no collective.

Men still control the news, both on and off camera.

Women were seldom given quality assignments or adequate air time.

In the beginning, my mother humored me when I told her I wanted to be a reporter.

Every time I am in danger of believing the glamour of my own press, some incident inevitably brings me back to earth.

I don't exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked?