Families are Full of Lies
Families are full of lies, small and large, consequential and insignificant. In my family, we have an insignificant running joke about the cost of anything we purchase:
Q: How much was the dress? Me: $100.
Q: How much was the designer handbag? Me: $100.
Q: How much was the trip to Morocco? Me: $100.
We Have A False Notion Of Independence
I know I just wrote a little about the notion and costs of frailty risk. But I’m going to force the issue here. My experience with clients is that nobody wants to talk about caregiving and being cared for. (Exception: My mom, Hurricane Jackie, who begins every Saturday morning conversation with, “If anything happens to me….”)
Leslie F*cking Jones Wants You To Have Life Insurance
Recently, I drove east from Cincinnati to Saratoga Springs, New York, as I do twice a month; and let me state for the record that I-71 and I-90 are not interesting roads. The trip is much more tolerable when it includes catchup phone calls and audiobooks. This time, my 11-hour pilgrimage called for a weighty tome. A substantial piece of thought leadership.