By Jennifer Newman, PhD
On a recent rainy day, somewhere on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, I sit alone in our beautiful office space and the bell rings. I’m expecting lunch, however, am surprised to see a familiar face on the screen as I go to buzz in my delivery. One I have not seen in a long time.
For nearly 30 years she had turned the key and climbed the steps, past the hall door and into Suite 201, which is tucked into the corner of the building. This woman, now retired, stopped by this day on her way back home to her native country in Europe. Her cabinets are gone, and the names on the door frame have changed, but inside 201 her ethic of care still remains. Where she plucked, smoothed, and buffed people to their best selves, we now help them renew from the inside out, and open them to new possibilities through therapy.