At My Father’s Lavish 65th Birthday Gala, My Mother Slapped Me in Front of 200 Guests and Ordered Security to Throw Me Out, But Then the Governor Stood Up, Pointed at the Leather Portfolio Under My Arm, and Asked My Parents, “Do You Even Know Who She Is?”
The orchestra had barely begun when my mother’s jeweled hand crossed my face. The slap echoed beneath the chandeliers of the Grand Meridian Hotel ballroom, sharp enough…