Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

helped with homework. The same one where I’d first read the invitation to Marcus’s party.

My phone buzzed. I glanced at it, unsurprised to see missed calls from my mother, text messages from my father. I’d answer them eventually. Just not tonight.

Tonight, I needed to sit with what had happened. To understand it. To honor it.

Because something fundamental continue reading …