“She Scoops Litter Boxes,” My Dad Said—Then The CEO Stood Up

I earned the respect of Marines who would follow me into combat without question.

But at family gatherings, I was still the joke.

“Kaye does something with computers,” my mother would say vaguely at parties, which was technically true if you counted classified communication systems.

“She’s very independent,” my father would offer, which was code for continue reading …