Cincinnati-born. University of Miami-cultivated. New York City-baptized in A/C window unit drippings, marinated in its proprietary street meat/garbage/old urine eau de parfum, sardined in subway cars, shin-soaked in misleading puddles, heel-stuck in mile-long sewer grates, pelted by kamikaze pigeons, and rent-raped, as ConEd went rogue and the 1 train decided it was on a Sunday schedule. But after enough autumn walks in Central Park, inspiring nights at the theater, and a Levain Bakery chocolate chip cookie, she fell in love and stayed for 10 years. Until the call of the sun and palm trees was too great, and lack of humidity too enticing, that she landed in Los Angeles where she now lives with her husband and Rhodesian Ridgeback rescue, Dexter, enjoying an inappropriate amount of avocado toast.