“I canceled your son’s eye surgery — glasses are cheaper,” mom texted. $8,400 procedure he’d waited 6 months for. She’d called the hospital pretending to be me. Brother: “She’s right, stop being dramatic.” My 12-year-old was nearly blind without correction. I called the surgeon, explained everything. Then I called the bank. Just two brief instructions. Three days later, my mother and brother received a notice..

The surgical team protected Leo’s corneas. And those two brief, sterile phone calls to the credit union? They accomplished something I should have executed a decade prior. They forced two adults to finally take inventory of their own lives.

Vance still claims that the entire saga of the “Great Financial Cutoff” provided him with the most potent material of his stand-up career.

I frequently remind him that half of those punchlines belong to me.

He argues that in a family, artistic inspiration is a shared commodity.

I tell him that logic is exactly how we ended up in this spectacular mess to begin with.

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