If I Were Rich, Where Would I Be?

rich“Oh, dear. Bread and beer. If I were rich, I wouldn’t be here.” My grandma used to singsong this jingle when I was little. I would eagerly ask her where she would be. She was always quick to lock her fingers in mine and return a reminder that we could go wherever I wanted.

Now that I’m older, I’ve started to think on this again. Where would I be? What would I do? How would I answer her question? My greatest wish would be to spend one more day with her. But if I can’t do that, the least I could do is come up with an answer to her question. Continue reading “If I Were Rich, Where Would I Be?”

If I Were Rich, Where Would I Be?

Life Insurance & the Legacy I Don’t Want

life insurance and legaciesThere are many things I like to think my husband will remember me for. My willingness to edit his grad school papers, only occasionally teasing him about his grammar. My attempt to always have dinner made before he gets home, even if it means accidentally baking a magnetic bag clip that one time I was in a big hurry. My eagerness to go fishing with him, reminding him only every hour minute second how boring fishing actually is.

And money. While I don’t have it all figured out, of the two of us, I definitely have a better handle on our finances. Or at least I thought I did until this year’s open enrollment at my work. Imagine my surprise when I actually took the time examine my current life insurance coverage and discovered that what I would be leaving behind was actually a money mess. Continue reading “Life Insurance & the Legacy I Don’t Want”

Life Insurance & the Legacy I Don’t Want