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

car across the street, watching. Beatrice stormed in and out with boxes of designer clothes. My mother supervised with grim determination. My father directed movers, shoulders stooped.

At one point, he stopped at the front gate and looked back at the house with an expression that almost made me feel sympathy.

Almost.

Then I remembered my credit score.continue reading …