The Cookie Tin That Saved Me After I Called My Mother Disgraceful

hit the highway.

For two years, we didn’t speak. I felt righteous. I told my friends over expensive steak dinners, “She needs to learn the value of enjoying life. I’m teaching her a lesson.”

Then, the economy turned.

It happened fast. First, the merger. Then, the “restructuring.” At 45 years old, I was called into HR and told my position was redundant.continue reading …