Reading has always brought me pleasure, but I came to enjoy writing only after many years. It fascinates me how writers came to their calling.
On Amazon Prime the other night, I watched the American Masters biographical documentary of Louisa May Alcott. She was much different and more complex than my imaginings. Her history was so alien to what I expected that today, I had to go to wikipedia to refresh my memory of the broad strokes of her biography.
Her family was very poor during her formative years. The role of her father’s extreme Transcendentalism and her mother’s attention to fundamental family needs on her were