At 16, My Father Tore Up My Art School Letter and Threw Me Out. Twelve Years Later, I Was the CEO Holding His Mortgage.

and the white needle of the Space Needle piercing the low clouds. People saw that building in postcards and thought of fresh starts, innovation, the promise of reinvention. I’d always associated it with something else: distance. The physical and emotional miles I’d traveled from the cramped townhouse in Tucson where my life had derailed twelve years continue reading …