AFTER MONTHS OF MY DAUGHTER “HELPING” WITH MY BILLS, HIDING MY BANK STATEMENTS, TAKING MY DEBIT CARD

are you today?”

“Fine,” I said, because the word still worked even when it wasn’t precise.

Fine was easier than saying: I am tired of feeling nervous in my own kitchen. Fine was easier than saying: my daughter has started speaking about my money as if we earned it together. Fine was easier than explaining the slow, low unease that had been following continue reading …