They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything – The Archivist

it because it had not mattered enough to correct, or because correcting it would have required a conversation I was not willing to have in the margins of holidays and graduation days. Because my work did not lend itself to the kind of explanation you offer at a reception tent between rounds of photographs.

And because, for a long time, part of me had continue reading …