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

and leave before the evening grew too long. I had work the next morning, and Daniel had school. We’d learned to budget our energy as carefully as we budgeted everything else.

The venue was exactly what I’d expected—a hotel ballroom downtown, the kind of place that charged by the crystal chandelier. We arrived slightly late, which was perfect. The continue reading …