We Were Short on Money, Not Short on Spirit
Ms. Nancy prefers mornings. “7:00,” she told me firmly when we confirmed our meeting. I arrive at 7:11. Nancy’s gray eyes are the first thing you notice about her along with neatly trimmed, silver-platinum hair. “It’s going to be all right,” she said as I entered her apartment. “We’re going to make it.” This is her signature response, greeting, and…
James CarrAugust 5, 2026






















