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

I was standing close enough. She said, “Don’t cry anymore. This isn’t your place anymore.”

I felt the words like a physical blow. My place? This wasn’t my place anymore? Standing at my own son’s grave wasn’t my place?

I looked around wildly, expecting someone else to have heard, to react with the shock and outrage I felt burning through my numbness.continue reading …