At age 53 I became a waitress … once again.  It had been thirty years since I laced up those sexy (anti-slip) black shoes, tied a polyester apron around my waist, and hoisted a tray of pancakes over my shoulder.

Why now?

I’m fortunate to have a portable career as a high school teacher, but we moved here during the height of the pandemic, and schools in this area were only offering virtual classes. For me, teaching is a contact sport, so I decided to wait it out.  My daughter came home from  her job at a local diner and asked if I could help out because the diner was struggling to find staff.