Broke Is the New Rich

This week I was the recipient of a Barn Raising, but instead of a barn it was my house and instead of a raising it was more of a razing and instead of building a place in which to put my cows, it was more along the lines of preparing the place to try and sell it to avoid The New F Word -- foreclosure.

Until you've had a chance to see friends in action the way I have this week, you cannot fully appreciate the definition of the word friendship. It is true; when crisis strikes, we find out who our true friends are.

This week, I have been given the gift of community and friendship that almost (almost) eclipses the loss that I will feel leaving this street and this house. So if this is the way it feels to be Broke, then I am the Richest Broke Girl in all of history. Bring it on.