My hair journey involved a lot of trying to figure out how to deal with my hair as a bi-racial girl in a white community living in Long Island, N.Y., where no one had a clue what to do with it.
When I was 13, I began relaxing my hair, and that meant when I turned 18 it began to crack and fall off, and when I began anchoring, I had short, stubbly pieces of hair. And trying to report in San Francisco with fog meant my hair swelled.
I've had the great good fortune over the last probably decade of getting to work together with His Holiness the Dalai Lama . ... I've learned to tell the truth in a more compassionate way. I'm trying to be a kinder and gentler speaker.