The Money Blog

My pastor said something this morning that I haven’t been able to shake.

He looked out at the congregation—at a room full of people dressed up in their Sunday best but carrying things they didn’t pla...

I was in the fifth grade when I first realized I had a gift to write. We had an assignment to write an essay for the D.A.R.E. program, and I took it seriously. I can still remember the excitement of w...

We didn’t come to Merida on vacation.
We came because something wasn’t working.

Phil had just lost his job. And instead of seeing that as a setback, I saw an opening. I had been feeling the urge to g...