They Missed My PhD Graduation—So I Used The Empty Seats To Tell The Truth

like you have your life together.”

“This is a special occasion,” I muttered to my reflection, trying to convince myself as much as the woman staring back at me from the mirror.

MIT’s red and gray doctoral hood lay neatly folded on my bed beside the black gown and mortarboard cap. They looked heavier than they actually were, as if nine years of effort continue reading …