Money DOES Buy Happiness, and Don’t Tell Me it Doesn’t

I grew up poor. Poor like if my grandparents hadn’t provided us a house to live in, we would have been homeless. Poor like food insecure, poor like one school uniform to last the entire year.

And it sucked. There was nothing cute or quaint about it. It was eating pasta for months on end, never going to the dentist, and having a constantly stressed out mother that cried…