My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

of calculated elegance my mother had perfected over decades of social climbing. The chandelier cast soft yellow light across crystal stemware that caught and fractured it into tiny rainbows. Outside, Chicago wind howled against the tall windows of their Victorian townhouse, making the old glass rattle in its frames like teeth chattering in the cold.continue reading …