I Flew Fourteen Hours To My Son’s Wedding Until His Bride Told Me I Never Mattered

Atlanta called Aspenwood. They wanted to buy Maxwell and Lyall for $4.2 million. My senior planner Marina Whitam, who had been with me for fourteen years, would stay on as president. The closing was set for November.

I had built that company at a card table in pajamas with two grieving children asleep upstairs. Four million dollars to walk away from continue reading …