Make My Mother’s Life Matter By Fighting For Our Daughters.

In memory of the women who had no choice, turn despair into action.

My first mother Gloria

My daughter and I, side-by-side on the top bunk, cuddled under soft blankets, hidden by darkness. She was 7, in second grade. Her little brother, my son, was fast asleep on the bunk below us, so we spoke quietly, just above a whisper. I hadn’t planned on talking to my daughter about sex that…