🧠 When Other People’s Opinions Become Your Inner Voice Emily carried her overheated puppy home through Manhattan’s concrete inferno last summer. Three days later, she sat in my office, still shaken by a stranger who’d verbally accosted her for it. […]

I still remember the day Emily sat down in my office, her perfectly manicured nails drumming against the ceramic mug of green tea I’d offered. She was the picture of Upper East Side composure—Cartier watch, understated diamond studs, cashmere that […]

It was 8:45 on a Tuesday morning when Emily walked into my office clutching a coffee cup like it might save her life. Her knuckles were white against the cardboard, her eyes hollow with the particular brand of betrayal that […]

The Upper East Side coffee shops all start to blend together after a decade in this business. But I still remember Emily perched awkwardly on the leather armchair at Café Evergreen, her espresso untouched, as she unspooled a story that’s […]

Twenty years of listening to Manhattan’s relationship woes and I still remember Alexis. She sat in my office, designer boots barely touching the floor, hands wrapped around a coffee cup like it was the last warm thing in the world. […]