Recently, I was in New York City to do some publicity, and I was staying in a Holiday Inn in the Gowanus Canal of Brooklyn where the elevator shook and moaned every time we went to our tenth floor room as though the shaft were too small and the elevator was just barely squeezing through. I was certain we were going to die every time we used it. I was there with my mother who was helping me take care of my ten-month-old baby. We flew in, did the galley party, flew out. We were baby-publicity-a...
