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

memorial service,” I said.

“Your ex-husband Jonathan?” she asked, surprised. “You’re going to go?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It feels strange. We haven’t spoken in over a decade. I don’t even know why they invited me.”

“Maybe his family wanted to notify everyone who’d been part of his life,” she suggested. “Closure, or whatever.”

But it didn’t feel continue reading …