When I was a little girl in the 1950s, it would not have been possible for me to say, I want to be an anchorwoman when I grow up.

Although I was entirely relaxed on camera, if I had to stand up and say something to an assembled group of people, I was rendered all but inarticulate.

A press card does not provide you with an invisible shield. You're flesh and blood.

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

The minute viewers callin or write about your looks, they were not listening to what you were saying.

The relationship between talent — a term loosely applied to those who work on-air — and management is uneasy, at best.

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