Kicked Out For Lacking A Degree, I Let Success Speak Instead

exactly two clients. Josie, a soap maker who worked from a tiny studio that smelled like lavender and eucalyptus. And Walter, an elderly woodcarver who called me “computer girl” and often got my name wrong—he thought it was Lucy—but still paid me twenty dollars a month.

Thanks to them, I covered my first month’s electric bill without borrowing from continue reading …