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

forgiving me for not having made something of myself.

I said nothing. Still silent. Still paying the bills on time.

That Thanksgiving fell on a gloomy, rainy day. I pulled into their driveway carrying a bottle of Napa Valley red wine, a forty-page color-printed folder, and a USB drive containing the internal presentation I’d delivered at the Seattle continue reading …