Growing up, my family was firmly upper-middle class. My dad is a lawyer, but up until my college years, he was a public interest lawyer — in other words, not the rich kind. My mother was a teacher, which, again, is a nice, stable job, but not so much a wealth-generator. Still, since they both were children of poor immigrants (my mother grew up in the projects on the Lower East Side and my father’s family were mostly garment workers), and were the first ones in their families to go to college, being white-collar with two incomes was pretty nifty for them. They were able to move their two kids to a nice house in the suburbs, go out to dinner every weekend (my grandmother babysat me and my brother most Saturday nights, which helped), and travel.
The Way We Are About Money
The Way We Are About Money
The Way We Are About Money
Growing up, my family was firmly upper-middle class. My dad is a lawyer, but up until my college years, he was a public interest lawyer — in other words, not the rich kind. My mother was a teacher, which, again, is a nice, stable job, but not so much a wealth-generator. Still, since they both were children of poor immigrants (my mother grew up in the projects on the Lower East Side and my father’s family were mostly garment workers), and were the first ones in their families to go to college, being white-collar with two incomes was pretty nifty for them. They were able to move their two kids to a nice house in the suburbs, go out to dinner every weekend (my grandmother babysat me and my brother most Saturday nights, which helped), and travel.