My dad was a journalist. He was in Rwanda right after the genocide. In Berlin when the wall came down. He was always disappearing and coming back with amazing stories. So telling stories for a living made sense to me.

My sister Jennifer is an Emmy winning journalist and mother of three amazing girls. She brings an exceptional dedication to her job her family and her community and has been a role model of mine for many many years. I'm extremely proud of her.

Journalists do not live by words alone although sometimes they have to eat them.

Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about and were.