They Missed My PhD Graduation—So I Used The Empty Seats To Tell The Truth

my hair for once instead of twisting it into the wet bun that had become my default style. I set out my makeup on the tiny bathroom counter like surgical instruments arranged before an operation. Foundation, concealer, mascara, eyeliner, the berry-colored lipstick my labmates had insisted I buy last month “for special occasions when you need to look continue reading …