How I Conquered Debt with Whiskey and a Spreadsheet
Eleven years ago, I was a shambling debt zombie. High-paying job, long hours away from my kids, and yet still drowning in bills. My bank account was a comic book villain—insane, erratic, and paper-thin. I’d pore over my (too many) credit card statements, praying for a lottery win. (Spoiler: I didn’t.) Then I built a…