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

to wear: a simple black dress I’d bought at a discount store in Chinatown, altered carefully by my own hands because that’s what I did—I fixed things, mended things, made do with what I had. The dress hung on the back of my closet door like a shadow waiting to claim me.

I didn’t cry that morning. I’d done enough crying in the three days since Daniel’s continue reading …