When most girls of sixteen were getting their driver licenses my mother was getting herself a baby.
As a child I spent a lot of time in an orphanage called the Margaret Lloyd Stanselโs Childrenโs Asylum. My mother preferred to call it a boarding school or summer camp depending upon the time of year I was visiting.
Most every child who lived there had a parent, a grandparent, an aunt, uncle, or some other family member โ somewhere or other. Including me. I donโt blame my mother though โ she had herself a hard-knock life, too.
Let me explain, when I was born in 1954, things were different. Unwed mothers were treated in a spiteful manner โ including being excluded from social settings, and even family circles. I guess I should count my blessings that my mother tried her best to raise me.
Iโm sure my life is different from yours. There are not many orphanages operating today. Well, the long and the short of it is โ that this is my story โ about when things were a wee bit different.
My name is Rileigh Ophelia Horton, I think.
This was my life โ The Life of Rileigh
L. L. Eadie is passionate about writing and reading โ especially for young adults. Before she was published her works earned her a couple Florida Writersโ Associationโs Royal Palm Literary Awards. She credits her success not only for being an active member of both FWA and the Society of Childrenโs Book Writers and Illustrators, but also belonging to several critique groups over the past ten plus years sheโs been writing.
She is a proud Gator graduate of the University of Florida โ holding a Bachelor of Arts degree in Education. She taught numerous years, grades, subjects, and children.
She is inspired daily and often nightly when her muse wakes her with a fabulous new idea or pressing story to be written.