I Retired to Rest, Then My Daughter Drafted Me Into Motherhood Again

getting an MRI for a deteriorating hip.

I’m not. My hip is fine. Well, it aches when it rains, but it’s fine. My soul, however, is exhausted.

Two years ago, I walked out of the school building where I taught history for thirty-five years. I remember the cake in the breakroom, the plastic champagne flutes, the “Happy Retirement” banner sagging off the continue reading …