Woman Go Home

After I turned 65 years old and was still a university professor, people--colleagues, friends, relatives, and even mere acquaintances--were making it their primary business to query me about when I was going to retire. At lunch at a restaurant, a friend "leaned in" to ask me this question that apparently was bothering her. That "leaning in" led me to think of how urgent my answer must be to some, but how much more I thought of it as my own business. This novella mixes cynicism, sarcasm, sat...