“Whatever happened to my secretary, my personal shopper, my car service, my private yoga instructor . . . ?”

At one time, Teri had a very high-powered career in Manhattan which required the requisite apparel. She always looked very fashionable and sophisticated as she left for work in her stilettos, pencil skirt, tailored jacket, stylish T-shirt, and perfect hair and make-up. She was the consummate professional. But along the way this all came to a screeching halt. Teri became a mother, and her suits turned to chenille outfits from the nearest flea market.

Here she sits on the subway with her son, Harry, and dreams of her life that once was.