Some may think New York FOF women are a little more hard-nosed and competitive than FOFs throughout the land, but we’re really softies at heart.
When it snows hard like it did today, we don’t rush out to brave the storm, anxious to get to work. We love staying in our homes—and, in my case, in my flannel PJs. It’s thrilling that we don’t have to rush around, like we always do. And we certainly don’t miss cramming ourselves into subway cars with 10,000 other people.
The streets are empty. The mood is peaceful. The snow is calming. Those adjectives hardly ever describe New York, especially Manhattan, where I live.
I thank New York for making me the FOF woman I am today, which includes the pain-in-the-neck and frenetic parts of my personality.
I thank the snow for giving me—and New York—a little breather for one day.