The Optimist
A Bi-Coastal Disorder
I was in Dr. Lauren’s fern-filled home office, on Sunset Boulevard, sipping complimentary hibiscus tea in a mid-century Eames chair, while she grilled me like a sockeye salmon, about the details of my 60-year old life back in New York City.
“Married, kids, working?” she asked, purple rimmed reading glasses perched at the sculpted tip of her perfect nose.