Ashland Oregon:
At the Angus Bowman Theater with my students, watching The Diary of Anne Frank. I watch one student of mine, thoroughly absorbed in the performance. His grandmother was a survivor of Auschwitz.
It is the silence that frightens us most—
Afterward, rendered without words, we somberly follow the steps down to Lithia Park. Girls from another school, make catcalls to our boys, their heels clomping the wooden steps in unison behind us, like soldiers marching by a cramped, sacred hiding place.
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Glad to see a new entry. I am checking obsessively. Your students are so lucky to have you.
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