Life isn’t a race. My husband’s college degree reminded me why
My husband graduated with his bachelor’s degree this summer at the age of 56. We ordered a cake and celebrated with friends and family. He had earned his associate’s degree in accounting literally decades ago and had plans to continue his education, but life detoured him, as it likes to do. Then, a few years ago, his employer told him there would be no more promotions without earning his bachelor’s degree. It felt like an empty box on his resume that just needed to be checked. Not having that diploma became a persistent barrier. College is expensive and time-consuming. So ...