Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, I stand before a group of 18 young people and embarrass myself. I stand in silence, for one minute, with my eyes closed. I don’t know what the youth are doing. I don’t know if they’re mouthing “OH MY GOD,” making mock namaste hands, pretending to rad…
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