It was late at night last month, and I was power-walking through the tunnel between the Red Line and the Orange Line in Boston’s Downtown Crossing. Suddenly a radiant grin appeared in front of me.
“Ms. Marshall!” my former student, ShiSha, hollered, and we fell into an embrace.
“How have you been?” I asked, breathless from the coincidence.
“I’m still working at Artists for Humanity,” ShiSha replied, referring to an amazing urban youth art [...Read More!]