Stay Sane, My Friends
Growing up, everyone in my family was unhealthy, unhappy and deranged. Go ahead, laugh. But it’s true. So thanks to our global pandemic, I’m again wrestling with the same issues that plagued me as a kid: loneliness; anxiety; confusion; panic attacks and eating at 4:30 a.m. Usually, I sneak into the kitchen for yogurt and bananas, instead of Dunkin’ Donuts. Well, maybe just one little chocolate glazed.
My heart goes out to anyone sick in a hospital, fighting for their lives.
And to all the doctors and nurses risking their lives to save others.
I’m blessed that my problems aren’t serious.




























