ABSTRACT
Recently I have been thinking of what exactly I do for a living, this unusual introspection sparked by my new status as a mother. I have thought about how I “do danger” for a living, about how almost every working day is spent in a state of repressed fear, how survival is as thrilling and important as winning a scoop! For the past twelve years I have worked just about every major war and minor front line that has made this post-cold war period so messy. For the past eleven years I thought very little about personal safety, not that I did not take sensible precautions, I just did not obsess. Now that I have a one-year-old child, I obsess.
