I went to the local library this evening to pick up a vegetarian cookbook on hold for me along with a few books about writing. In the dark parking lot, I saw a girl, maybe seven or eight, walking—almost strutting—back straight, head high, a book clasped in an arm that swung as she walked. She looked so content, maybe even a little proud of herself. Clearly going to the library and coming out with a choice book was no small thing to her. It was no small thing to me as a girl either.
And—what if it is not too late?!
What if in truth, this has been happening all along?