I defended my dissertation — my last hurdle before graduation — two weeks before my son's due date. After the committee had announced its favorable decision and the champagne had been opened, one of my readers asked about my career plans. I told her about my current position in a mental health clinic in Manhattan, and that, for the short term, at least, I planned to continue on there after maternity leave. "Fifty-eighth and Lex," my chair repeated. "That's across the street from Bloomingdale's! I'll bet I know what you do on your lunch hour!"