Put Fred on the Fiver

In 1989, constructed with rainbow faux-leather strips, bordered in pink and finished off with Florida! in white script, my first wallet easily caught my first-grader eyes. It carried no more than a few dollars, my Farmer’s First Bank savings account number and occasionally a soon-to-be-spent Walden’s bookstore gift certificate. That wallet kept my money safe…

Debt and Disability

I stack my items on the conveyor belt. The cashier greets me then passes the groceries one at a time over the scanner. Beep. Beep. He peels open a plastic bag and fills it with my things. He announces my total and I swipe my credit card. The register spits out my receipt and the…