Sometimes a taste of your destination may be found in an unlikely place: the airport. I love airports. I know that sounds crazy. The prevailing opinion is that everyone should hate airport....

What a mess. I'm sitting on the floor of my bathroom, surrounded by pieces of metal chain, a porcelain tank lid, a plier, and stray water splashings. I'm trying to repair my own guest bathroom [...]

I don't know how old you are, and I doubt I could tell by looking at you. I'm certainly no whiz when it comes to figuring out who's had Botox injections, if the bulge around [...]

I've never been one for social networking. When Friendster first came along, I mocked my friends who got into it and then proceeded to tell me--and everyone else in the office--about each new virtual....

Here's an underlying truth: all too often, we don't own our possessions, they own us. I remember my early days as an apartment dweller, when I rented (or even more impermanently, subleased). Decora...

How and why do people become involved in philanthropy? Historically, that grand level of generosity arose out of a sense of noblesse oblige (but let's not forget the tax breaks that accompany such gif...

I imagine the arctic stark white, its visual monotony broken only by the black nubbin of a polar bear's nose or the flap of an explorer's flag. But night in the north can light up [...]

Must necklines and waistlines plunge so perilously every time the mercury rises? As the woman we had chosen to join us reached for the salt, a lesser mortal might have said "Waiter! There's a b..

"Tell me," he whispers softly against my neck. "Tell me your fantasies." Cuddling against him, I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of us that clung to his skin--the light fragrance o....

I groaned as my alarm went off, drawing me from my delightful dreams. Rolling over, I stared blurry-eyed at the annoying machine. Its beady red dials showed the time as 9:00 am, but I knew, [...]

We just had an argument--a fierce one. He said he needed to cool down, as he undressed himself slowly in the bedroom. Though I was angry, I couldn't help catching the sight of his muscles [...]

I leaned against the counter and pursed my lips. Tracing the pouting lines with a layer of gloss, I pressed them together and leaned back. Finally satisfied at my appearance, I headed towards the ro...