Far too many girls' and women's romantic relationships are formed around a negation of their own worth and attributes rather than a confirmation of them.

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

Too often we forget that an ideal partner is someone who enhances an already full existence.

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.

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

Like cars, every relationship requires a bit of an occasional service, and fine-tuning should be compulsory.

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