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

was I? Did I work with Jonathan? Know him from some board or committee?

Nobody approached me. I was invisible, which was fine. I’d come to honor a memory, not to network or make conversation with strangers.

Then Victoria found me.

I hadn’t seen her moving through the crowd, but suddenly she was there, standing close enough that her perfume—something continue reading …