Kay Taylor – författare

Have you heard the words, I never dared to treat my parents the way kids do today? If you are a baby boomer or the parent of a tween, teen, or adult child, not only have you heard those words, you may have uttered them yourself. If, in this new age of childparent relations, youve ever felt like a helpless puppy or kitten inside a box marked Free to Good Home,if, in spite of all your love and the care with which you embraced parenting, your child has grown into an entitled and thoughtless power broker in your relationshipread on.

Author Kay Taylor has studied sociology, parenting, blended families and personal growth for years; in this bold, groundbreaking book she explores the changes in our culture that she believes have given birth to what she describes as the E-generationa generation of teens and young adults that feel so empowered and entitled that they often clash with their parents, creating a palpable power struggle within the family. This often leaves good parents alone, depressed, and completely befuddled as to what they did wrong.

Free Mother to Good Home comes from the heart and experiences of an everyday parent in the trenches. Taylor offers a mothers perspective, as well as a remedy for parental blues, helping parents know what they can do to get their houses and their lives back in order.

Looking at the well-packed boxes, my eyes focused on a box of binders containing many unfinished writings of Kathryn. Like a moth drawn to the light, my heart yearned to feel every word. As I attempted to put the pieces together, I realized it was already complete. Treasures of truth like nuggets of gold flowed from its pages. Each nugget intended to fill my heart with healing, comfort, and joy, which started to mend my heart with each word that she left. Kathryn told me, You will be OK, you will be OK. I thought if I shared Kathryn, I would not lose her. Losing any loved one is devastating, to say the least. There is something so absolutely unnatural about losing your child. We have in our heads that our parents will go first, then we will, and last our children. So I picked up a pen to share a very remarkable person. Through my grief, often with blinding tears and thoughts of giving up and going to bed, I pulled the covers over my head. I would read a nugget that Kathryn left. Soon I realized that the little nuggets of gold kept drawing me more and more. One nugget at a time, and there will be an explosion in your spirit. The beauty that surrounds you, its comfort, healing, and joy . . . its God! I soon realized that by sharing her nuggets, her heart would be shared too. You will meet a very special young lady. As she walked through the storm of storms with courage, joy, and an unshakeable faith, she lived life to the fullest every day. Daily, Kathryn would write. Each binder titled, chapters, dedications, verses set to a perfection. I would get so frustrated at all the books. Every day I would say, Just write one, and get it finished. As I concluded all my writing here, I realized that her books werent finished because all her writings were a road map to the book that was to be written. You see, she was the book.