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When my sisters and I were growing up, my mom saw only two possible life paths for us. We were either going to be bank robbers or achieve something significant that would get us invited to the White House. There was no average life on the agenda for me. I was going to jail or having dinner with the President. (Note: In those days, moms hadn’t yet learned to say to their little girls, “Someday you could be President.” The pinnacle of a girl’s achievement was simply being invited to dinner with him.)
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