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

face down and looked around. My study now. I’d begun replacing things. The heavy paintings were gone, replaced with shelves of books. The massive globe was donated. The desk remained, but with a chair that didn’t feel like someone else’s throne.

The window overlooked the street where I’d watched a moving truck carry away the last pieces of my childhood.continue reading …