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

also record the deed with the county. Once that’s done, this house is mine, and you are squatters.”

“You can’t be serious,” my mother whispered.

“I am. Very.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Beatrice asked.

I thought of all the nights I’d spent in my freezing studio, wrapped in a thrift-store blanket.

“Figure it out,” I said. “Like an adult.”

“We’ll make this continue reading …