Stories Related to The Mom Stop: We Are Not The Enemy

I cried on the way to my first day of work as a journalist.I was 23-years-old, single, fresh out of graduate school and unsure about where my life was leading. I was worried whether staying in town after school was a mistake, worried about what my future may hold, and whether accepting a job in newspapers was the right choice.My dad told me to trust that God had a plan for my life.