I am still thinking about Ms. Lessing. “That poor girl trudging through the dust, dreaming of an education for her children, do we think that we are better than she is—we, stuffed full of food, our cupboards full of clothes, stifling in our superfluities?" she asks. Do we? I hope the way I live my life shows my son that I don’t. The footnote clues me in on things I did not know: Ms. Lessing dropped out of school at 15 to pursue a career in writing, and she said Alfred and Emily would be her last novel. How could she just stop writing I wonder, or will she? She’d continue to write and not publish? I’ll wait and see. My favorite line in the excerpt is: “The storyteller is deep inside every one of us. The story-maker is always with us.”
