I've always been an outsider. I think, being in the White House press corps, it's difficult to do the sort of journalism that I would want to do.
A traditional presidential campaign has a media bus with the candidate's name on it and an itinerary days in advance. Trump has a plane with his name on it (that we aren't invited on) and an itinerary that often mutates daily, along with his talking points.
Maybe it's because I'm jaded, but not a lot scares me.
I was known as a dogged, unflappable live reporter, the kind who runs barefoot to the camera, high heels in one hand, notebook in the other.
I don't hold a lot to the vest. I'm a bit of an open book, as anyone who knows me would contest. Confess? Attest? There's the word I'm looking for!
I still doubt myself every single day.
Generally, I find the hotter the temperature, the cooler I am.
I graduated with a B.A. in philosophy, and it was by far the best major I could have taken in college.
I have found where I am best, and that is being a fact-checker and being fearless.
Back in 2006, when I started in the industry, there was a very old-school beauty mentality. We had to take headshots, and the makeup artists put on so much makeup - I swear I looked like a 48-year-old woman, and I was 22.
For one of my first TV jobs, I was required to cut my hair, dress a certain way, and wear a certain amount of makeup. I was even told to have my hair cut based on a picture in a magazine. I realized that until I complied, I wasn't going to get any airtime.
It's a truth of beat reporting: The bigger your subject gets, the bigger you get.
My parents are incredible, and they did incredible things.
I'm a natural compartmentalizer.
