It finally happened.
My 2005 Chrysler Pacifica left us on the side of the road (again), and our mechanic delivered the news that I knew would eventually come: this fix was going to cost more than the car was worth.
After all these faithful years, my Pacifica (affectionately named Tracy) decided to kick the can on the tail end of a chip shortage and smack dab in the middle of inflation. So what’s a girl to do?
I prayed. I meditated. I practiced deep breathing. Then I set out car shopping. And you know what? It wasn’t that bad.