Things We Forget

I’d love to sit with Louisa May Alcott. I want to hear how she balanced responsibility with dreams.

I’d choose Martin Luther King Jr. I’d ask how he kept speaking about love even when met with so much hate.

I want to meet Jane Austen. I’d ask her how she crafted such sharp observations while living such a quiet life.

I’d meet I’d meet Amelia Earhart. I want to know what the sky felt like to her—freedom, fear, or both. I also want to thank her for proving that women…

I’d sit with Vincent van Gogh. I’d want to tell him his work mattered long before the world figured it out.

I’d choose Nelson Mandela. I’d listen to him talk about forgiveness—not as a theory, but as a lived revolution.

I’d meet Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I want to thank her for every door she opened for women she never met.

I’d meet Frida Kahlo because she made art out of suffering. I want to know how she used pain to inspire her paintings.

If I could meet anyone, I would love to meet Cleopatra. Not for the drama, but to see how she balanced power, intelligence, and survival.

I’d choose Fred Rogers. I want to know how he held onto gentleness in a world that kept trying to harden him.