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

soil smells like things growing and breaking down. When it smells like this, it’s healthy.”

He grabbed a clump, imitating me. “You’re the mud girl. But you’re not dirty. You’re… cool.”

My throat tightened. “I’ll take that.”

He fell quiet, eyes on the rows of vines. “We don’t see Grandma and Grandpa anymore.”

“No. We don’t.”

“Because they didn’t help me continue reading …