Money

I still remember sitting at my tiny kitchen table in NYC, staring at a spreadsheet that was more neon-colored than a bowl of Skittles, feeling that familiar knot of dread…

I remember sitting in my tiny, overpriced apartment in New York, staring at a spreadsheet that was more color-coded than a rainbow, feeling completely paralyzed. I had the degree and…

I remember sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday, staring at a credit card statement that felt more like a personal insult than a monthly summary. I had my trusty…