Last month I decided to explore a different realm of writing besides blogging, and I joined NaNoWrimo. I was writing a novel. In one month. Yeah, I know what you are thinking. During this one month I not only attempted to write a novel, I also did some self-analysis, self-exploration and self-beating. As usual, I… (18 comments)

If you are wondering what the hell happened to me, you might be surprised to find out that I switched from writing about personal finance to writing fiction. At least for the month of November. I am doing NaNoWriMo, and it is already kicking my butt big time. If your next question is what the… (14 comments)

It all started with my friend cracking a joke about my shopping addiction. “You’d rather have new shoes than children,” she said. Then she caught my eyes that were reflecting exactly the same thought and added (not laughing) “I can’t believe you’d rather have new shoes than kids.” You’ve read the title of this post… (29 comments)

I was born in the Soviet Republic of Lithuania. My financial education was nonexistent for about two decades after my birth. Neither my mother, nor my grandmother ever talked to me about financial management. Money was not a taboo, it was just the way everyone was raised in our family: you lived from paycheck to… (28 comments)

Today is our seventh year anniversary. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of shared experiences, dreams and plans. Seven years of getting to know each other.  Seven years of a life together. When we met over seven years ago, both of us were poor. I was a full-time student, working full-time, my spending problems were… (29 comments)

I never studied at college what I wanted. I chose my majors based on my future earning potential. Sadly, my education was not motivated by love for knowledge, natural curiosity and love of intellectual pursuits. My education was always motivated by financial gain. Even though I had a dream of becoming a writer and joining… (35 comments)

I got my first pair of jeans when I was 26 years old. I just moved to the United States, and, after some examination of my wardrobe, my stepfather told my mother that I needed to go shopping. Understandably, my Lithuanian clothes did not fit well into an American lifestyle. My first jeans were from… (32 comments)