I promise I’ll stop whining about how sick I’ve been lately…but I think now I’m becoming a little wacko.
Sometimes, for me, a very bad cold can take on some characteristics of depression…so there’s a few things I try to avoid thinking about when I’m sick as I have been, since New Year’s eve:

I try not to worry about work so much.
I try to shut off my mental DVD that would normally have me revisiting my crazy up-bringing, several awful career faux pas, and well, just my overall incompetence.
I try not to look in the mirror too much because…it’s just, well …read more

I am one of those people who, if a celebrity were sitting next to me in a cafe, I would not recognize him or her–unlike my husband, who can spot a local tv weather person from across Fifth Avenue.
Don’t get me wrong, I would love to be able to have a casual conversation with Sarah Jessica Parker in a downtown NYC diner.
On the other hand, on the rare occasion that I do spot someone, something happens to my brain, and I become a different person. (why is that?) Once I saw Matthew Broderick in a restaurant and I nearly trampled …read more