Hi, I’m Andrea. In the Big Apple, I go by Andi. Reinvention comes with the territory. Think Devil Wears Prada… only I never traded the stilettos back for sneakers.

Since childhood, I’ve believed the world is far more interesting than it pretends to be. While my siblings were outside, I was inside sketching gowns for stuffed animals and devouring books I probably shouldn’t have understood. Magic? Real. Always has been. I’ve been called Pollyannaish, and I take it as a compliment…though the truth is, there’s a little darkness woven in too. Depth, not naïveté.

These days, I make characters come to life in the city. Whitney, the polished corporate queen who lives for panels and happy hours. Bryce, the finance bro who quit to read dog’s brains. Kitty, who floats through Manhattan in pearls as if she wandered here from another century. They’re alter egos, yes- but also pieces of me, sent out to explore the world in ways I can’t (or won’t) myself.

So what do I “do”? Some days, I stare at my laundry waiting for it to fold itself. Some days, I wonder if we’re living in a simulation. Most days, I’m weaving the ordinary and the absurd into something worth remembering. If you catch me on my stoop with a cocktail- probably in a mismatched glass I rescued from a closing beer store- say hello. Two drinks in, I’ll tell you the rest.