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

streetlights, his face was serious, older than his eight years.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I’m glad we left.”

The words settled over me like a warm blanket. I squeezed his hand gently.

“So am I.”

We walked to where I’d parked, several blocks away because the hotel parking had been full. I should have felt upset, maybe, or hurt. Part of me probably was. But underneath continue reading …