Some days, I feel strong and capable.
Other days, it feels like if one more thing breaks, I might just sink down onto the kitchen floor and stay there.
The only real cushion we have is the house.
It belonged to my grandparents.
It’s small, noisy, and the siding has seen better decades—but it’s paid off.
No mortgage is the reason we’re still afloat.
Two nights before Christmas, I was driving home after a late shift.