Too Many Tabs: A Friday Chat About Anxiety, Overwork, & Dolphins

It’s the same reason caring for others is undervalued; we can’t even properly value caring for ourselves.

Advice For The Anxious

At night, I remind myself that I am okay, that I did work today and I have work to do tomorrow, that I have plans for every fear that chases the edges of my thoughts.

Retirement Anxiety Despite Multiple Sources of Income

Can a couple in their mid-60s fully retire on social security income, pension money, and rental income? I would hope so! But this is the question that’s being asked in this week’s Money Makeover column in the L.A. Times.

When Stress Fantasies Turn Dark

Stress Fantasy: I become an itinerant hippie. Living on the road, I never have to worry about domestic business. I make friends all over the world and their love follows me wherever I go.

Doing Shopping Wrong, Summer Shoes Edition

The bottom six inches of a person, my high school friends and I once agreed, will tell you everything you need to know. As a young teenager, the bottom six inches of me were all wrong.

A Summer Without

I detest discussions about money – or, more specifically, ones concerning ways I cannot spend it. This disinclination may be the most obnoxious marker of my privilege.

A Wedding, Two White Dresses, and Secret Spending

It started, like so many weddings do, with a white dress. Not the wedding dress, which would come later, but a little cotton sundress I found on a rainy San Francisco day. I was waiting for my fiancé to arrive from his nonprofit job so we could walk together to Williams Sonoma and start to register for kitchen utensils. I ducked into a high-end store to get out of the rain.

How A Compulsive Worrier In The Midwest Does Money

“He makes sure I don’t go too far off the saving deep end, and I make sure we have enough money to pay all the bills.”

On Productivity Anxiety

I no longer tacitly accept sleep as a biological imperative. It has become an earned indulgence, something I only deserve when I have labored according to cartoonish standards of diligence.

Living In Fear Of My Bank Account

I have a tendency to stick my head in the sand and pretend that my bank account isn’t even there.