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

was exhausting and endless and underpaid. It was also meaningful in ways I couldn’t always articulate, even to myself.

My son, Daniel, was eight years old—bright, observant, sensitive to the currents of emotion that adults thought they were hiding. He’d grown up watching me juggle responsibilities, manage crises, solve problems with limited resources continue reading …