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

made sense. Jonathan was dead. My ex-husband—the man I’d been married to for seven years, divorced from for twelve—was gone.

The invitation didn’t say how he’d died. Just the date, the time, the location of the service. I turned it over, looking for a personal note, something that explained why I’d been invited at all. There was nothing. Just my name continue reading …