Confession: I’m one spiritual lady. A vegetarian/proud Leo-with-a-Leo-rising/Berkeley girl whose step-mom is a psychic, I’ve downward-dogged with the best of ‘em. When I’m not frantically phoning my second mom to find out why that Scorpio I went out with hasn’t called, I’m reading about 2012, attempting to understand Qigong, or

Being broke can be rough but being unemployed in this city is one of the most stressful and defeating experience a  New Yorker can face.  There’s a constant needling sense of failure, desperation and fear. Every minute you spend not looking for a job is a guilt-filled one and losing