Watching Our Parents Earn a Living

David Ritz wrote a very lovely essay about watching his father struggling to provide for his family in Dallas, Texas for the latest issue of D Magazine, which just hit newsstands yesterday.

My Mother Stole My Car And Got Rid of It

"You’ll notice your car is not in the driveway," my mother said, as soon as my dad left.

My Nana’s Will of Iron

Where there's a will, there's a way ... to leave people off of it.

Flynt vs. Flynt

Jimmy Flynt had a terrible falling out with his infamous brother Larry a few years ago (over business and money, which unfortunately happens sometimes when family members work together), but has reinvented himself as a seller of "sexy gifts."

My Extremely Scientific Theory Why I’m a Money Genius and My Little Bro Is Not

I have my own idea about how kids can end up with such different values about money. It’s about the trajectory of our middle-class parents’ income.

Guess Who’s Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner (It’s Charlie)

"God damn it, Charlie, go upstairs and take a shower!" were my Dad's first words to his half-brother when he arrived at our home on Thanksgiving Day, 2004.

The Sandwich Generation

The "sandwich generation" is not a generation that likes sandwiches (that's pretty much every generation), but a generation of older working adults who are supporting both their adult children and their parents.

Another Place to Put a Golden Girl

It’s called the MedCottage. It’s a hospital room in an prefab shed. You put it in your backyard, if you have a backyard, and then you put your grandma in it. You can visit her if you want or you can just check in on her via the security cameras installed in the place. You can also monitor her vitals on your computer. It costs $125,000 with installation, which is a lot but not as much as a few years in a good assisted living facility. Everyone gets old, did you know that? It’s either that or die young. One or the other. Okay bye.

Our Parents’ Money

There comes a day when you have to talk about your parents' money.