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

thought about him every time I struggled to pay rent, every time I picked up an extra shift, every time I lay awake at night wondering how my life had ended up so far from where I’d imagined it would be.

We’d been so young when we married. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college with an art degree and dreams that seemed reasonable at the time. He was continue reading …