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

it, my coffee growing cold in my hand, the sounds of my small Boston apartment fading into background noise. Elliot Sawyer. My uncle. The man who’d taken me in when I had nowhere else to go, who’d taught me everything about surviving in a world that didn’t care if you sank or swam, who’d been more of a parent to me than my actual mother had ever been.continue reading …