At 70, I Retired and Went Home to Celebrate with My Family Only to Find Out They Kicked Me Out That Same Day
I retired at seventy on a Thursday, picked up a strawberry cream cake on my way home, and walked up my porch steps expecting balloons, noise, and my grandbabies’ sticky kisses. Instead, I found my suitcases lined up like obedient soldiers and a front door that wouldn’t take my key. I’d worked thirty-eight years at