I took time off to attend my brother’s wedding. At the venue, my parents stopped me. “Only family is allowed. You weren’t invited.” Heartbroken, I left. Three days later, the wedding planner called: “Ma’am, the bill is $26,000. How will you pay?” I smiled and said…

starting a marriage with a massive fraud investigation is a fantastic way to force a couple to learn communication.”

I actually laughed. It was a genuine, surprised sound that broke the final ice in the room. “Spreadsheets are an excellent foundation for a marriage,” I noted.

Dinner that evening was a revelation. For the first time in my sixty-two years continue reading …