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The FACs: What Money Means To Me

Around the Table

From one extreme to the other my determination to make money available to my children did not eliminate the anxiety I experienced as a kid. It only shifted it to an anxiety of privilege. As I watched the expression on their faces trying to explain away the burden of guilt because of their lavish access to money and the worthless value it represents in their lives. Shaking my head in disappointment for all of us. I should have done this, they should have done that; bottom line is; we should all take a personal finance class and start from scratch.

Fierce Authentic Conversations

Jaz’s take on the matter

…. I would always dread going shopping in fear that I would pick something that was way too much money. Her eyes would bulge, her mouth would make this sort of huffing noise only for her to finally suck in a large breath and look over at me with a disapproving frown. Read More...

Cherie’s take on the matter

…. If it were possible to place the level of worry my mother exhibited over finances on a scale it would easily fall off onto a multitude of other scales in search of a limit. Worrying was a full-time job for my mother. Our lives were determined by a monthly welfare check and a steno pad my mother used daily as a ledger sheet of what money was coming in and what money was going out. The bottom line number was ALWAYS negative. Never once did the legendary steno pad balance, never once were we in the green. Read More...

Misty’s take on the matter

…. I've lost a lot of respect for money. When I try to explain it people, they look at me as if I'm crazy. They're too caught up in that fact that the dollar bill buys them what they want. Don't get me wrong I enjoy buying what I love, need, or want, but I've just lost a lot of respect for the concept of money. I know that I'm being extremely hypocritical, but at least I'm willing to admit that I throw money around as if it were worthless sheets of paper. Read More...

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