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

me. Maybe it was the look on my father’s face, like I’d announced I was joining the circus. Maybe it was the way my mother immediately started talking about when you come back and get this out of your system. Or maybe I just wanted to see how long they’d keep underestimating me.

Nineteen years, as it turned out.

The first few years, I tried. I’d come continue reading …