years.
Today, my “Golden Years” look nothing like the brochures. My alarm goes off at 6:45 AM. By 7:30, I am accepting the handoff: two screaming toddlers, a diaper bag that weighs more than a soldier’s rucksack, and a daughter who is already checking her work email while kissing my cheek.
“Thanks, Mom, you’re a lifesaver!” she yells as she speeds off continue reading …
