When I was 5 years old, I walked down Broadway and saw a sign with Big Bird. My dream was to “make it big” in New York City. When I grew up, I moved to New York, but it was a different than I had ever imagined.
I chased after a dollar. I hustled. I taught French, worked in a café (for a week), showed apartments, cat sat, house sat, sold an iron on craigslist for $10, worked at Rolex on 5thAvenue and lived in about 10 different apartments. I never planned anything. I was a pianist who threw herself into a concrete jungle. I was always busy and obsessed with being busy. That all changed when I got the call from the hospital and rushed to DC to be by my mother’s side.
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