
When I was a junior in high school, my English teacher told us about her escape from Budapest during the 1956 revolution, and how she swam to freedom across the Danube River with a backpack that contained only a change of clothes and a copy of “Hamlet.” (You try explaining that you don‘t care for Shakespeare after that story…) She was brilliant and terrifying and she scared the crap out of me. And she pushed me to become a better writer … ⬇️