Lessons My Mother Taught Me
My mother had an iron fist in a velvet glove. One look could chill me to the core.
I was scared of her.
My mother had an iron fist in a velvet glove. One look could chill me to the core.
I was scared of her.
“It doesn’t matter how much you save, just do it regularly.”
Words of wisdom from my mother, the best financial adviser that I’ve ever had. She told me this a million times growing up. It made absolutely no sense to me. In a way, it still doesn’t. But, I did it, and I hope you are, too.
My mother practiced excellent self-care. She had beautiful skin until the day she died. When my sister and I were children, we loved playing outside