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

she was erasing an old woman’s memory.

She’d actually awakened something she should have left sleeping.

Sometimes I think about that moment at the funeral, when she leaned close to my son’s coffin and told me, “This isn’t your place anymore.”

She was right, in a way. That moment, that grief, that performance of mourning—it wasn’t my place.

My place was continue reading …