This week, Speechless was canceled. I was… well, speechless.
If you haven’t heard of the show or watched, the description of it is thus:
Maya DiMeo, a wife and mother, is fiercely protective of her husband, Jimmy, and their three children, Ray, Dylan, and J.J. — who has a condition that leaves him with unique mobility and communication challenges. While Maya’s mama bear instinct may be one of her most admirable qualities, it’s not without its drawbacks and sometimes the injustices she sets out to make right end up being all in her head. Together, the family members work to make a new home for themselves and find the right person to come in and give J.J. a voice of his own.
Maya DiMeo was the mother I often was. She was the mother I often had to be as the mother of a child with a complex congenital heart defect.
This month I participated in #CozyMysteryMay, the brainchild of cozy author Rosie Pease. I know some folks are only on a particular social media thang so I thought I would reprint each day every ten days or so in case anyone wanted to peruse all at once.