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“We were tired of talking about rashes
and poopy diapers,” Judy Alexander recalled. “So somebody said, ‘Why
don’t we talk about a book instead?’ ”
It was 1968. They were in their mid to
late 20s, just starting out as mothers. Most of those who joined the
book group went on to long, impressive careers as teachers, therapists,
civic leaders, entrepreneurs. But right then, those seven women
needed a space just for themselves.
And so they started with Doris Lessing’s “The Golden Notebook,” and moved on to Eugene O’Neill, Sophocles, and Turgenev...
What has this book club become, over
these 51 years? A refuge of sorts; a place to gather with smart,
interesting friends; a way to guide themselves through new thinking, and
make sense of the world.
Most of all, this monthly gathering has been a still point amid upheaval, a place apart.
Source: The Boston Globe