I have written often of my student Leah Apple. Of her
work in my memoir class. Of her
hip-hop kids of West Philadelphia.
Of the evening she came for dinner and taught me all about dance and language in a far-away place called Kinmen.But this weekend, dear Leah has spoken for herself about the terror she endured as a passenger of the ill-fated May 12 Amtrak train. She speaks of chaos. Of live wires. Of a police car and a surge of hospital guests. She speaks of seeking order.
Please read her words
here. Her first published words about something that cannot happen again.
I am so, so glad you are here among us, Leah.
Published on June 08, 2015 05:28