“You come here and see this view and you think, Yeah, this is my life,” says Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor. “Then you have to say, No, it’s not really.” For the average anxious person, overhearing such a statement could send you down a spiral about life, career, belonging. But Ellis-Taylor’s honey-warm voice obliterates any trace of nervousness buzzing about her Central Park hotel suite. Her eyes survey the hustle and bustle of city life below us, her golden-blonde tapered pixie and...