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

drowning. I knew because I was the one keeping their heads above water.

Three years earlier, when their adjustable-rate mortgage reset and their payment jumped, they’d called me.

“It’s these banks,” my father had grumbled. “They trick people. We’re just a little tight.”

I knew better. They weren’t in a rough patch; they were running on fumes. If I handed continue reading …