Like so many places, I’ve limited occupancy in my one room library, and, for the most part, that’s worked. This afternoon, just before the after school program started for the first time in months, the adults stood around in our usual pow-wow and returned to the same theme: we’ll make do.
One boy leaned in the open door, begging to come in. I told him to wait, wait, that I’d come for him when the space emptied out a little.
When it did, I stepped out on the grass and spied him across the playground. When I gestured for him and called his name, he came running.
Messed-up world notwithstanding, what utter joy to see this sprinting boy.
In honor of RBG, her words:
Earlier, I spoke of great changes I have seen in women’s occupations. Yet one must acknowledge the still bleak part of the picture. Most people in poverty in the United States and the world over are women and children, women’s earnings here and abroad trail the earnings of men with comparable education and experience, our workplaces do not adequately accommodate the demands of childbearing and child rearing, and we have yet to devise effective ways to ward off sexual harassment at work and domestic violence in our homes. I am optimistic, however, that movement toward enlistment of the talent of all who compose “We, the people,” will continue.
— Ruth Bader Ginsberg