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

saved the empty document and closed it.

The silence afterward wasn’t empty. It was spacious. There was room to breathe.

I poured myself a glass of water and stepped onto the small back porch. The sky was clear, stars pricked into deep velvet. The air smelled of damp earth and wood smoke.

I thought of my father in his hospital bed, furious at a world that continue reading …