The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

about the gift that came back. The nose that survived. The fragrances I’m still creating.

I think about the empire I built alone and will continue to run alone for as long as I’m able.

And I think about the fact that sometimes the greatest betrayal comes from the people you’d never imagine capable of it.

But sometimes—sometimes—salvation comes from the continue reading …