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

“I’m asking you to try. To see me. To value what I do, even if it’s different from what you do.”

“I want to,” he said. “I really do.”

Time would tell if he meant it. If he could follow through. But the fact that he was trying mattered. It didn’t erase what had happened, but it was a start.

Months later, I attended another family gathering—this time,continue reading …