You look awful, I said to myself as I gazed disapprovingly at my appearance in the floor length mirror. I saw an exhausted, overworked woman staring back at me. She was familiar, but only vaguely so.

My hair was frizzy, but there was no time to fix…

Dinner was terse.

Another Tuesday night, another dinner hosted by my parents. Generally, I looked forward to our Tuesday nights. My parents were both good cooks. I loved both of them, though it took me a long time to grow up and appreciate them.

Financi…