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

23 AM, while I was on my fourth cup of coffee, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse at the Atlanta skyline beginning to wake up.

Unknown number. But I knew who it was before I even opened it.

“Emergency family dinner tonight at 6 PM. Don’t be late. We know you’re home.”

Not “Congratulations.” Not “We saw the news.” Not even “Can we continue reading …