I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
The money did not choose my treatment.
It made it possible to ask the questions and keep the appointment without deciding which household bill should wait.
I left space in the budget for expenses I couldn’t predict.
I would adjust it when I had more information.
I didn’t need to know the rest of my life before I could manage the coming week.
Karen called about Eli’s latest pancake attempt.
Patricia sent a photograph of a school project.