Boston – When I retired from my tenure as a columnist last year, my daughter relayed the news to my grandson, who promptly picked up the phone and, in his most serious 7-year-old voice, said: “Grandma, I hear you’re tired.” Well, not exactly. My daughter and I struggled to hide our amusement from a misunderstanding that was not entirely linguistic. After all, retirement was once a matter of ‘tirement. It was the formerly new idea that we didn’t have to work until we dropped in place. read more

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Ellen Goodman | No Time for "Tirement"