It’s been more than two years since I officially retired from a full-time career that for decades had often extracted nearly 60 hours out of a single week and hardly allowed me to spend quality time with my family. I was competitive, aimed for perfection in my work, loved what I did, and even, at
If I happen to mention that I am 66 years old, more often than not the listener will stare at me in near shock, as if a woman of my age should be bent over and unfashionably frumpy with no makeup and a gray-streaked bun on my head and a rolling pin and knitting needles in my hands. Isn’t that the
