Now in the middle of interviews for a piece on Father’s Day, I’m reminded once again of why I love being a journalist. I begin by explaining what I’m doing and what I need from the interviewee. Almost invariably, as the story unfolds I become enthralled. I never cease to be amazed at how many different stories people have, stories I’d never suspected to hear.
Father with baby in shower by Joel Tornatore
And they do tell me! Most people, I’ve found, like to talk about themselves. Is it because I’m a disembodied voice on the other end of a telephone line that they willingly divulge such intimate details of their lives? How did I gain their trust? I am so grateful to every one of them for enriching my life with such engaging, funny and thought-provoking stories.
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