It was during Thanksgiving break of what was supposed to be my final semester of college.
I mention to a friend that I was dropped by Kaiser. She looks at me and says “What are you doing for insurance?”
Spent the entire day on the couch, watching television in my pajamas, and obsessively checking the Washington Post for shutdown updates.
Last Thanksgiving I took a secret trip to London and Paris.
I hadn’t planned on running for Advisory Neighborhood Commissioner.
If you had told me that being poor would be the most expensive thing I have ever experienced, I wouldn’t have believed you.
My depression snuck up on me — and cost me my job.
As someone who has been making media for almost fifteen years, I have not yet made a full-time living from my own creative work.
I tried so hard to hide the resentment and worry I felt whenever a joint expense came up. But he knew.
One day in December, I got mysteriously ill. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say that I was suddenly spending a LOT of time on the toilet.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in life and in personal finance, but the one thing I did right was invest in my 401(k) immediately upon starting my first career-building job in 2008.
I immediately bought tickets to go to Hawaii with a flexible return date.
It’s not hard to get a job at a major company’s corporate headquarters, especially if you treat it like a goal.
After the initial shock wore off, it was time to figure out what to do with all those dollars.
I didn’t change careers by choice.
MBA programs are only two years long (or less), and they’re designed to place you straight into a job after completion.
Six months ago we discovered my grandmother had outlived her savings and could no longer afford to stay in her home.
To handle the schedule, the dreams, the recurring yet inconsistent terror, I arrange my life as predictably as I can.
The cost of considering a move abroad.
Your family will want to know everything about your current situation, and you have to decide what you’re going to tell them.
And should I take on this responsibility?
I’m giving away 10 percent of any money that my family gives me to organizations that directly benefit racial minorities.
For years, I resented how I got roped into fulfilling her dreams for her, which was confusing because they were actually her dreams for me.
Yan had two choices for survival: restaurant work, or a gig at a clothing factory.