We The Women

Which portrait did you find yourself thinking about while doing something ordinary, like washing dishes or driving, and why do you think it stayed with you?

If you could invite one woman from these pages to sit here with us tonight, what would you serve her, and what would you want to ask her over a cup of tea?

Many of these women kept going when things were hard. Was there a moment in the book that made you think of a woman in your own life who did the same quietly, without any recognition?

Which story left you feeling the most hopeful or comforted, and what was it about her life that gave you that feeling?

The title echoes 'We the People.' Who is part of your personal 'we,' the circle of women (family, friends, teachers, neighbors) who helped make you who you are?

Did any portrait bring back a family story or memory you hadn't thought about in a long time? We'd love to hear it if you feel like sharing.

Reading these lives together, did you feel any gentle nudge to live a little differently, or to thank someone you've never properly thanked? What would that look like for you?

If someone wrote a short, loving portrait of an ordinary woman you know for a book like this, who would it be, and what would you want readers to understand about her?