Talking about money and personal finance makes me sick -- literally. I once threw up before a trip to H&R Block to get my taxes done. And I typically get a refund! 

When I was growing up my parents had very little money. We were no stranger to eviction notices or having the gas or electric services turned off. And money woes often led to heated disagreements in our household. 

Today I am a proud homeowner and my bills are always paid on time, and yet I still don't want to talk about money -- EVER. 

Enter Tracie B. Threadford. 

Tracie B. Threadford, my money makeup artist

I should have seen this coming.

For weeks I pushed you to the brink, getting an average of 4 hours a sleep each night, not making time for exercise, eating whatever was most convenient.

I should have seen this coming.

1. Sisterhood is alive and well, even during a zombie apocalypse.

image via Bust

What would you do if you weren't afraid to fail?

Last Thursday I walked into the Clubhouse on Highland and was greeted with handshakes, hugs, and a hot pink sash. "Inspirational" it read. I draped it across my body noting the nice contrast with my grey dress. I smiled as my proud husband took my photo for the obligatory Facebook and Instagram posts.

But I felt like a fraud.

On July 1, 2015 I decided to abandon this blog and begin posting regularly at my portfolio site Javacia.com.

But now I'm back.