(a snapshot of me, in the city I love to hate)
In 2011, I quit my job as a Biglaw associate in the middle of a recession. I stayed home for a year and spent my days baking muffins and riding ponies, despite assuring everyone I was about to figure this "career" thing out at any minute. Now, taking another crack at the lawyer gig, I spend my weekdays surreptitiously blogging between billable hours in a beige square on the 19th floor of a different Manhattan office building, and my weekends working in the garden and renovating our bright orange Fire Island house, where we got married.