Salvation langston hughes essay

I teach two hours from where I live, so I spend a lot of time writing on the bus. It’s quiet and the route is scenic––once we get through North Jersey. Each day I engage in various strategies so I can get a seat to myself: feigning sleep, opening my laptop, or hiding under a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. Of course most people dread a seatmate, especially a chatty one, but for me it isn’t a matter of the distraction. It’s that I simply cannot resist dwelling on them: a student, the mother of a small child… grandfatherly men are my kryptonite.  READ MORE

Salvation langston hughes essay

salvation langston hughes essay

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