I love coming home at the end of the day.
As I drive up to our brightly colored house, I enjoy our spring garden, with its wild apple tree in the middle, branches standing on end, going in all directions. Our red door welcomes me home. Everything is so familiar and comfortable. I always like to take off my work clothes first—packing away my responsibilities as therapist, supervisor and colleague. When I come downstairs, I have finally arrived.
During our busy lives we juggle multiple roles and obligations--mother, father, son, daughter, employee, brother, sister and friend... Read More