At forty-three, she stood in a villa in Abu Dhabi at four in the morning and understood that the marriage was over, the career she had given up was not coming back, and the country she was standing in was not hers. She had two boys to raise, a spousal visa, and no plan. What she did next changed everything.

I Drove My Guardian Angel to Drink is the story of four generations of women who refused the smaller life — and the granddaughter who built across more than thirty countries, advised governments and Fortune 500 companies, and walked into rooms nobody expected her to be in. From an immigrant great-grandmother in 1907 to a global advisory firm a century later, this is a memoir about inheritance, identity, and what gets built when a woman finally stops apologizing for taking up the space she earned.