Remembering and Revisiting Alcott’s Little Women

I first read Little Women in sixth grade.  At that time, I fancied myself to be like Jo.  I had ink-stained fingers, I wrote stories and plays, and I left manuscripts all over the house. I even occasionally got bored with writing and instead ripped my white notebook paper into little squares, which I wrapped... Continue Reading →

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