After parenting, many women encounter other invisible walls—elder care, menopause, and age bias—during the very years they should be reaching the top. My kids were finally almost grown, and I was in my late 50s, when my mother started to fall. Not once. A series of falls, each one taking a little more of her, until the word the doctors used was acute. My husband and I drove out into the high desert and hiked, because that is what we do when we can no longer think and have to anyway. Somewhere on that trail I understood the shape of the choice in front of me. I could close the business I had spent decades building and bring her home. Or I could find her a place, which is the gentle phrase we use for the thing that breaks your heart. There was no third door.
The workplace isn’t designed for older women
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