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

was the miracle baby, the star. When it came to me, my mother would laugh and say, “Alice was a surprise. We weren’t really planning a second.”

The hierarchy was established early: Beatrice, brilliant and dazzling and fragile; Alice, sturdy and unremarkable and endlessly replaceable.

They poured money into Beatrice’s life like it was a leaky bucket.continue reading …