It’s Never Too Late to Follow Your Dreams

At 56, I quit my dead-end job to be a writer

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At 21 years old, I changed my major to English and announced to my family that I wanted to be a writer. My parents made jokes about my choice. “Practice saying this,” my dad said. “ ‘Do you want fries with that?’ ” My sister balked at my decision. “That’s my field,” she said. She had dropped out of college years…