At My 31st Birthday Dinner, My Parents Slid A Disownment Letter Across The Table While My Sister Filmed. “From All Of Us,” Mom Said. I Folded The Papers, Thanked Them, And Walked Out—Because The Program For March 15 Was Already Printed.

overseeing 500 million in annual revenue.

My mother, Eleanor, ran the Eleanor Foundation with a 50 million dollar budget, hosting gallas that made the society pages.

My sister, Victoria, three years older, had just closed a 200 million dollar acquisition as a senior associate at Baker and Associates.

And then there was me, a hostess at the Meridian, Chicago’s continue reading …