Three years ago, my mother, a very young 70 at the time, decided it was time to retire. She'd spent her entire working career at the same place, a tiny high school in suburban New Jersey.
Hired out of college as an English teacher there, she finally left, one master's degree and more than 40 years later -- or, as I used to joke, just before they renamed the building after her -- as a guidance counselor.
And she was terrified, convinced she'd be bored and worried that she'd never have ...
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