I cherish the construction-paper racecars and cut-out flowers you greeted me with this morning – charming expressions of your love and adoration. I’m sure you think it’s Mother’s Day and you owe me something, but honestly, I owe you something, too.
I’m honored that a version of my essay, Not My Child: Protecting My Son from a Sexual Predator, is featured today on the MOPS International blog, Hello, Dearest.
For a writer, there is nothing more affirming than when the words of your heart encourage and empower others.
I’m grateful to Leslie Means at Her View from Home for creating the platform for the original story, and to the editors at Hello, Dearest for keeping this important conversation alive.
Thank you. ❤
Read the essay at Hello, Dearest –>
*image via MOPS.org
Throughout her childhood, Leticia Riley had fleeting thoughts about becoming an obstetrician, a veterinarian, a biology teacher, or a writer – all careers that would allow her to help other human beings. Eventually, she decided to become a registered nurse.
Though Leticia’s career hopes changed over the years, one desire remained the same: to become a mother. Continue reading
I am tickled that a version of my In the Books essay is up today on the MOPS International blog, Hello, Darling.
I’d be honored if you clicked on over and gave it a read: The Things No One Tells You
Wishing you a meaningful and restful Sunday with the ones you adore.
Featured image via mops.org
My girlfriends and I have some fabulous mothers.
They nurtured us, but kept us in line. They protected us when we needed them, and released us when the time was right.
They are unique and quirky, their own special breed of crazy love– and we adore them for it. Continue reading
In her freshman year of high school, Brandi Matonich was a happy, busy, normal teenager. She held a part-time job at a local coffee shop, and played the clarinet in the high school band and Jazz Band. She looked forward to school each day. Continue reading