My name is Kim Caroline and I’m 38 years old.
I grew up corn-fed and silver-spooned in Indiana, inheriting privilege and a penchant for self-reinvention. My father, “Heir Doktor” was a poor German immigrant who ripened into a neurosurgeon, tennis player and Civil Rights advocate. My mother, the daughter of an artist and business professor, was a brilliant biologist and interior designer who knows the nomenclature of anything living or gold-laden. My brothers and sister have similar spirits of courage, desire and reinvention.
I earned an undergraduate degree in Humanities from Indiana University and a graduate degree in American Studies from Columbia University where I lived adjacent to the silvery Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. After college, I worked for the US Judiciary Committee and two Midwestern congressmen on Capitol Hill. My best memory as a Plebe is that I pushed legislation that became law combating telemarketing crimes against the Elderly.
I’ve lived an extraordinary life, (as defined by American ideals of money and mobility). My husband and I had sizzling jobs during the most incendiary financial era in US history. (We got rich quick). We were part of the thirty-something .com Jet Set, owning a $2+MM home in suburban Washington, DC, traveling First Class overseas and employing a household staff the size of Sri Lanka.
We were invincible, and God was superfluous.
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