Whenever I hear the words “two roads”, my mind always goes directly to the familiar poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where…

This is my day…as I make my way about the house, doing various tasks and chores, I have company the whole way. This is Phoebe and Zoey. As the only person in the house all day while Shawn is at work and the kids are at school, I have their undivided attention. When I move,…