I'm lucky: I have very funny kids.
If I feel like I've done a great job during an interview with the president of the United States live in the Oval Office, it doesn't give me a tenth of the good feeling of going to the school play and making eye contact with my kids as they're onstage delivering their lines. Nothing compares with that moment of connection.
I'm not going to whine or get depressed. Who's going to feel sorry for me? Nobody.
I read the rumors, and I know there is a cottage industry of meanness out there.
