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

Walking into a room filled with people you don't know but who know you brings out your worst vulnerabilities.

In interviews I gave early on in my career, I was quoted as saying it was possible to have it all: a dynamic job, marriage, and children. In some respects, I was a social adolescent.

News reporting is a cycle: No matter how much you work at sending a message, it's only successful if it's received.

One reason I left local news was that I was tired of the constant musical chairs among news directors.

What is the value of sticking a microphone in a man's face right after he has learned of his wife's death?

In every interview I have ever read or seen or taken part in, the final question in our future-oriented society is always, What next?