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

flowers in crystal vases. Candles lit despite the afternoon sun still streaming through the windows.

And at that table, arranged like actors in a play, sat my family.

Reverend Darius King at the head, naturally. Still handsome at sixty-two, his hair more silver now but styled perfectly. He wore a casual button-down shirt that probably cost three hundred continue reading …