A Christmas Gift Disparity Sparked An Unexpected Morning Reckoning – The Archivist

letters tied with string that I’d kept in my desk drawer. A shoebox I hadn’t opened in years. And sitting on top of it all, like a crown on a pile of violations, was my journal.

My throat closed. I moved to the table like I was walking through water, everything moving too slow and too fast at once. My fingers touched the worn leather cover like it continue reading …