I tried to keep it secret, but the story got into the newspapers. It was more difficult for my family, who couldn't understand why the media wouldn't leave me in peace.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have been fiercely private, in part because I could never understand how a journalist could be otherwise. I was also the mother of small children, and security concerns were paramount.
It's strange that the newspapers don't see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.
In journalism I can only tell what happened. In fiction, I can show it.
As a journalist, the details always tell the story.
I used to have trust with reporters. Give them scoops. Those were the old days. It's very strange, when you give a story and it doesn't come out the right way.
On the one hand I wonder, Was this really my story to tell? On the other hand, I just wanted the story to be told. But the truth is that I didn't think anybody was going to read it.
You have to go where the story is to report on it. As a journalist, you're essentially running to things that other people are running away from.
There are enough stories about my family. We have all been in the public eye.
My inclination, as an old-school, classically trained journalist, is not to go with a story unless I have it hard. It's not good enough to say something based on rumors that were flying around.
Anyone, any type of story, it doesn't have to be a crime victim, you don't have to let yourself be food for the media.
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