Life's Negotiations

I have been afraid of flying for as long as I can remember.

This is a strange fear to have and love traveling as much I do. Mostly, it just makes me skiddish in the airport and on a plane.

I didn't think to do something about the fear until recently when I kept putting off making travel plans. An alarm bell went off that my fear was getting the better of me. If I didn't do something, would I take car trips for the rest of my life? Bleh.

Doing a bit of rental renovation courtesy of Apartment Therapy: the eight step home cure.

This book is so smart. Working in a similar guise to Dog Whisperer on TV, the author leads readers through a series of activities and lessons to rid your apartment of clutter (or your dog of nasty habits) without realizing that it's YOU who's changing.

In other words, Maxwell Gillingham-Ryan is a master life coach.

It struck me the other day how women, especially, can lose themselves in relationships.

Thinking about my own past, it's like watching a bad movie -- you know the kind where you can see what's about to happen to this confident, intelligent character. "No, don't go down into the basement alone at midnight!"

Only this time, our fearless heroine steps on the relationship landmine of giving herself completely into a mysterious love interest. "No, don't Google him! You're too good for that!"