My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

Morality clauses that made lawyers rich and everybody else tired.

My family’s name was on the foundation.

Not my husband’s.

Not Eleanor’s.

Mine.

Well. My father’s, technically.

He started the foundation out of a cramped office above one of his manufacturing plants in Dayton, back when he still answered his own phone and thought philanthropy meant paying continue reading …