One of the benefits of working from home is the opportunity it affords me to be around when my kids are home too. I love waking with them in the mornings, making them breakfasts and lunches, seeing them off to school. I love being around when they return, hearing their stories, helping with homework, sometimes listening while they process hard parts of their day. This benefit is less measurable than the retirement package I don’t have, less practical than the health care plan, or the paid vacation. There are days I feel crazy and bitter about choosing to work as an artist (with all the inherent financial risk), then other moments, like this one with my daughter laughing about some dream she had, where I see with perfect bright clarity, the graceful braiding of my home life and my work life, and I feel grateful for the endless benefits.