I’m afraid of heights. It’s not a secret. I hate getting on ladders, won’t get on the roof to hang Christmas lights, hate climbing up the stairs at Reser Stadium at my alma mater, Oregon State University, when I go to a football game. On a plane, heights don’t bother me because 1) I can’t see below the aircraft (thank goodness for FLOORS) and 2) I’m already freaking out because I’m claustrophobic. But put me on an elevator made of glass (OMG the Space Needle in Seattle? I almost threw up on the ride to the top), or ask me … Read more »









