The Day I Got Carded… by AARP
I thought turning 50 would come with more grace—and a lot less plastic. But there it was, an AARP card in my mailbox, my name in gold letters and a not-so-subtle reminder I’d hit the half-century mark. My husband embraced his senior perks. I’m still processing the idea of being “card-carrying” old. Convertible? Yes. AARP benefits? Not so fast.