Even the valiant die.

As a writer, I seek to entertain. Today, I weep.

My mother has passed and I am an orphan. A fully grown adult and I feel lost. So much of my life has been defined by my mother. She believed I could do anything, so I believed it, too.

She loved my father with a passion that gives truth to every romance novel I've ever read. She loved her six children equally, but gave to each of us as we needed.

She chose a challenging life. She was in the third Harvard Law class that accepted women - one of twenty women in a class of five hundred. At work, she battled the glass ceiling. At home, she endured the hostility of those who questioned her working outside the home.
It was also a life filled with love, laughter, and appreciation of the arts.

Mary Eunice Gorman Manetti.
1932-2019.

She loved her husband, family, God, her country, justice, and beauty in all its forms.

A woman of conviction and brilliance, she took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.