financial-freedom

I grew up watching my mom stretch a dollar in ways I didn’t fully appreciate until I had my own family to feed. She clipped coupons. She bought in bulk. She knew which store had the best price on which thing and she planned accordingly. It seemed like a lot of work at the time. […]

I remember the exact moment I stopped pretending everything was fine financially. It was a Tuesday night. Adam and I were sitting at the kitchen table after the kids went to bed, looking at the same spreadsheet we’d looked at every month for years. The numbers weren’t dramatic — we weren’t in crisis. But they