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

eat, Margaret,” she said in Cantonese, her weathered face creased with concern. “You need strength for today.”

I thanked her, knowing I wouldn’t eat it, knowing my stomach was a knot that wouldn’t accept food. But I appreciated the gesture—in our community, food was love, food was solidarity, food was the way we said things we couldn’t put into words.continue reading …