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

court near the Christmas tree, and I heard my name.

“…Emily’s still at that hospital job. You know, administrative stuff, I think. She just answers phones, really. Barely makes minimum wage.”

The words landed like a punch.

I’d frozen, plate in hand, watching my mother laugh—actually laugh—while describing my career as answering phones for minimum wage.continue reading …