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

you so much.”

“Thank my son,” I said. “This was his heart. I’m just making sure it keeps beating.”

I’m sixty-eight years old now. I still live in the same apartment. I still sew alterations for neighbors. I still take the bus and clip coupons and make every dollar stretch.

But I also own a small property upstate that could sell for a comfortable sum continue reading …