Zitat des Tages von Janine di Giovanni:
Once Iraq became a hot bed for kidnapping, reporters had to use every kind of trick they could manage to avoid it. This included chase cars, security men for more prosperous agencies and networks, and GPS signals on satellite phones that could pinpoint the journalist's locations.
Every time the Catholic Church takes one step forward, it seems to take one giant step back.
It can't be bad having a mother who is fulfilled by her work.
Full disclosure: I went to university as an eager young feminist for many reasons - to get away from my parents, to soak up literature and knowledge, to cease being a child, to expand my mind and my world.
Sibling rivalry was, and still is to this day, rampant in my family. We were all competing for my parents' divided attention.
There is a romantic, often misguided, misconception among the British that life in France is akin to life in Paradise.
From the earliest age, I was just different. I think that's part of every writer's little revenge. You think, 'I'm not a blonde, blue-eyed cheerleader but I'm going to get out of here and do something.'
It is a well known urban myth that the French don't trust banks and store their money under their mattress. It's not that they are tight with money - they just don't trust anyone.
For the first five years of Luca's life, I desperately wanted to be a good mother and not to pass on this trauma and darkness that his father and I had experienced, but there's a danger of suffocating your kids, too.
Little changes can start to make a difference in the world.
No one lives on credit in France because banks don't allow overdrafts and zero percent credit cards do not exist.
I never set out to be a journalist. I wanted to be a humanitarian doctor like Albert Schweitzer, working in Africa.
I spent a good part of the nineties roaming the Earth writing about conflict. It was very grueling. I was beginning to find this way of life was, wow, addictive and deeply meaningful.
My mother came from a generation that did not want nannies. She had her first child at 24 and her last - me - at 42.
When you write non-fiction, you sit down at your desk with a pile of notebooks, newspaper clippings, and books and you research and put a book together the way you would a jigsaw puzzle.
Lake Como has always been a magnet for the elite.
My own mother, my sister and nearly all the women in my family had full-time jobs as mothers. They were wonderful at it. They drove their children back and forth to soccer, skating lessons, piano lessons, private schools, but I sensed, even in my own mother, a kind of distant dissatisfaction.
It's always disappointing to come across phony do-gooders. And it's easy to scoff at celebrities working in war zones.
My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.
Africa is a very dangerous place.
In the aftermath of any war or genocide, healing and reconciliation are ultimate aspirations.