September 2015
Privilege.
It is autumn again. The leaves are scraping against the ground as the wind moves them along and in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the students are entering into their full rhythm.
Just a year ago that was me--
trying to take it all in.
Except you can never take it all in, not here.
There is too much to take it all in.
I can't help thinking about the privilege it is to be here.
Privilege.
A heavy and problematic subject.
Today though I don't write about the...
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