I'm going to be 58, and I'm a woman. In this business, that seems to be a bigger crime than being mentally ill.
I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned.
During the rocky times, it never occurred to me that one day I would hold a position of respect and responsibility in the community.
The Eleanor Roosevelt Award that I received for women's rights activities is one I treasure.
When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.
I was a truly loving mom, but I didn't have the tools to do the job.
Fairness is really important to me.