I was raised in a lower middle class home. Money was always tight, and very rarely discussed. My mother, through no fault of her own, never taught us to budget, meal plan, homemaking. She wasn’t raised in that household. We ate a lot of fast food…which is the opposite of what you should do when… Continue reading learning.
It’s time. Past time, actually. I look around this little house and I feel sad. Sad and overwhelmed. You see, I like things neat and tidy, but you wouldn’t think that at all from the state of things around here. Piles on piles. Clutter. Dust. Dog hair. I spent so many years feeling sorry for… Continue reading owning my story.