Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

a disservice when we dance around it.

My Social Security covers my basic expenses. My retirement savings are intact. I am not desperate for money.

But having my own income again, money I earned myself doing work I chose, that changed something in me.

I took Ruth to Tucson for a week in August. I paid because I could.

I bought myself a good winter coat.continue reading …