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

unremarkable. I did my makeup carefully, pulled my hair back in a neat bun, looked at myself in the mirror and saw a forty-one-year-old woman who looked tired but holding it together.

The service was at a beautiful old church in the suburbs, the kind of place that spoke of old money and established families. I drove my ten-year-old Honda into a parking continue reading …