Spring is in the air, and as Alfred, Lord Tennyson famously said, it’s the time when a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Truly, this is an optimistic moment: buds are bursting through frost, fans of lousy baseball teams feel improvident hope, and in all matters romantic, we cannot help but think of the good things yet to come—the spark of new attraction, the idyllic domesticity of a shared apartment, the stomach-flutteringly massive notion of getting married. So let me bring you down to earth: There's a good chance you're going to get divorced, by which time you may have kids, and on top of all the other heartbreaks, you may embark on a lifetime of difficult conversations about money. Let’s talk about this.
It’s just a few days after Thanksgiving, and we’re already deep in the season of the holiday gift guide. Every year, I read just about all of them out of equal parts sick fascination and sheer desperation re: my own lack of ideas. I marvel at all the collections of grilling accessories and floral scarves and feel like an alien because, seriously, who wants that stuff? For him, we have electronic bacon gum. For her, how about bath salts made from real human tears? No?
Tampa Bay Times reporter Lisa Gardner dropped by the Country Day School in Largo, Fla. which was in the midst of a Hunger Games-theme week. The kids wore flags around their waists, which could be ripped away flag football-style to simulate the taking of another child's life ("to simulate the taking of another child's life"—yowza). Such is The Way We Live Now.
My Last Hundred Bucks: Someone to Watch My Kid So I Can Earn Money So I Can Pay Someone to Watch My Kid
$100! It is a lot of money, and yet, it is also not a lot of money at all. Where did your last hundred bucks go, Alex Sachon?