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

almost inevitable. We’d grown into different people, wanted different things, lived different lives. It had been sad but not dramatic. We’d split our minimal shared assets, kept things civil, wished each other well.

That was twelve years ago. I’d heard about him occasionally through mutual friends who’d stayed in touch with both of us. I knew he’d started continue reading …