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

it doesn’t come out of nowhere. It’s the final crack in a wall that has been quietly splitting for years.

For twenty-six years, I’d been the spare part. Not the engine. The emergency tire in the trunk—useful only in a breakdown, otherwise forgotten.

When Beatrice and I were children, our parents loved to tell the “birth story” at parties. Beatrice continue reading …