The Love of Money

In my life I have gone from being poor to poorer, back to poor and then to middle class. Growing up, my family perpetually hovered over the poverty line. All of my clothes were hand-me-downs, as were all of our vehicles (well, except the one that was bought from a junkyard for $50. It wasn’t bad until it left me, my mom and sister on the side of the road). We had a roof over our heads, though, so we were wealthier than some.Read More »