I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

under white sheets. A fireplace anchored the main room. On the mantle above it, a row of framed photographs.

One of them was me.

Not the version of me that appeared in press releases, the founder, the CEO, the composed public figure. A candid shot from when I was nineteen, mid-laugh, hair loose, eyes uncalculated. I did not remember it being taken. continue reading …