I've always been around dudes and sports.

Theres that initial reticence for some athletes to take you seriously.

I grew up watching Monday Night Football with Howard Cosell and the other guys with my dad.

We're starting to push the envelope in terms of the expectations, and you can also have your own style, personality and sense of humor, because now we're allowed to.

So my dad raised me, and he's a huge football fan.

I know I'll be under a spotlight, I know I'll be under the microscope.

When I found out I got this job, I cried, of course - I'm a girly-girl - and then I called my dad, and he cried, too. On so many levels, this is a thrill for me.

In terms of broadcasting, you have to make decisions about where you want to spend your time.

I'm comfortable with my femininity, and I don't try to change what I look like just because I'm reporting on football at the end of the night.

When I'm anchoring, I miss chasing stories in the field.

Constantly there's a credibility issue; you're judged on how you look. If you look good, people assume you aren't credible. It's a battle you'll always fight if you're on TV and a female.

Self-defense was an accepted motive for murder.

Edgy is fine - I'm not a prude by any stretch of the imagination - but what's wrong with a good ol' belly laugh? I miss that.

It's funny how most activists are pacifists.

Opened Christmas cards hum to me the hymn of love and teach me the sacrament of correspondence.

Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

A diary means yes indeed.

I wish we could begin a new period of normal relations with the government of the United States.

If we want to reap the harvest of peace and justice in the future, we will have to sow seeds of nonviolence, here and now, in the present.

I'm not one to call out an individual and say "I don't think that is honest." Who am I to know what is in their heart while they are singing it?

Time is money, every moment is costly, So I ration emotion, 'cause existence exhausts me.