Joy acts like a trampoline, everything that touches it bouncing right back off it.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in, external situations cause internal friction, you grow apart and then bounce back together.

I was told that when you hit forty men stop looking at you. It's true, until you slip on a mini-skirt.

Sustaining true friendship is a lot more challenging than we give it credit for.

In the city, I wake bolt upright in the small hours, convinced that intruders are marauding through our apartment despite Swiss bank-style security arrangements.

Only those with skin as thick as elephant hide can hope to sail through their teens unscathed by self-doubt and bouts of depression.

The great advantage of being human is that we can employ rational thought and resolve to change our circumstances.