If you are like most millennials, you probably have student loan debt. In fact, the average 2016 college graduate was given a parting gift of more than $37,000 in debt. (studentloanhero.com) How are you supposed to be a card-carrying member of the adult world – meaning decent furniture, your own apartment, real dishes instead of paper – when you have this monstrosity of debt hanging over your head? Here are a few tips to get you started.
Every time I open Facebook, I see pictures of our kids. I get that Michelle wants to share their cute antics, but I feel as if it's inappropriate to post pictures the kids may find embarrassing later.
She says: He is overreacting, I get tons of "likes"
I think Josh is overreacting. The kids are too young to care about what's on Facebook, and my friends and family love seeing their pictures - I get tons of "likes" and comments!
My child asks me if lobster are fish. I say no, they are crustaceans.
He asks me then why they are called “shellfish,” and suggests they are fish just crammed inside of shells. I don’t have enough energy to engage on the topic, so I reply not with an answer, but with a question. “Why do you need to know?”
“Because we can’t eat meat for Lent, but we can eat fish and if lobster are fish, we are all set.”
My adult daughter, who's always been a practicing Catholic, is dating a Muslim man. I just don't see how this can work - how do I react?
During a tour of Ketchikan, Alaska, a Tlingit elder explained how marriage in his culture was changing. Young adults attending university often fell in love with non-Tlingit partners. Given the fluid nature of our global village, many parents are asking themselves: How do we react?
I am regularly working more than 50 hours per week, even though I’m only supposed to be working 40. I don’t really care about the extra money – I’d rather have the time. Is there a way for me to avoid this forced overtime without losing my job?
Well, it’s nice to be wanted. And overtime is much better than undertime or no time at all.
A year ago, on the eve of Fat Tuesday, I came across a table full of assorted boxes of Paczki at my local grocery store. Wanting to treat my family, I seized the opportunity to buy a box of six. But I quickly realized there were several different fillings to choose from. I was overwhelmed. All of them sounded delicious, so I ended up grabbing four boxes. Yes, it was gluttonous.