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

facade that had always seemed to represent everything pure and proper. The perfectly manicured lawn that my father had paid people to maintain because “a man of God’s home should reflect heavenly order.” The wrought-iron gate with the family initial worked into the design.

That gate had been closed to me for eleven years. Now it stood open, waiting.continue reading …