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

to think she was charming and harmless. “Oh, Marvin, don’t be so dramatic. We’re all adults here.” She turned to me, her eyes calculating despite the warmth in her voice. “We’re all family here, right, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

The word hit me like a physical blow. She’d called me that when I was little, when she was in a good mood, when she wanted something.continue reading …