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

smiles fixed on their faces, caught between their two children and unwilling to disrupt the moment already in motion. My mother’s hand rested on the table, her knuckles white where she gripped her napkin.

I could have stayed silent. I could have smiled and nodded and let the moment pass, storing it away with all the other small hurts and subtle dismissals continue reading …