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

away, I’d created the space for them to choose to truly see me.

And they were choosing. Slowly, imperfectly, but genuinely.

That night, as Daniel and I drove home from the party, he said, “That was better than Uncle Marcus’s party.”

I smiled. “Yeah? Why?”

“Because everyone was nice to you. The way they should be.”

Out of the mouths of babes, I thought.continue reading …