retirement

“It’s got good bones,” the seller said, as if he had to sell it to me. Loading audio narration… He didn’t. We both knew I was already in love with the house.For some, a kitchen that hasn’t been touched since 1948 would be a total gut renovation, but I’m enamored…

This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Ng Bee Kia, an 80-year-old retiree living in Singapore. It has been translated from Mandarin and edited for length and clarity.I was in my 20s when I started weightlifting.At that time, I was working at the warehouse for a local supermarket…

Last fall, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, and, seemingly minutes later, my father had some heart problems and ultimately suffered a stroke.I knew I was inching toward simultaneously caring for my young kids and aging parents. Suddenly, I was squarely in the sandwich generation.I now had to deal with the…

I’m 39, and my retirement plan is haphazard, chaotic, and borderline nonexistent. I feel a lot of shame around this fact because I should know better.My first job out of college was at PBS, where I opened a TIAA retirement account at 22. Somewhere in the intervening 18 years, the…