Rona Maynard Let's Talk

Rona MaynardWelcome to my online community. Instead of wine or coffee, I’m serving stories—the kind women tell among friends.

They’re drawn from my life and other lives that have inspired me. I’m lucky enough to have spent my career exchanging stories with women. At Chatelaine, where I spent a decade as Editor, I shared my defining moments in a monthly column. Thousands of readers identified. They taught me how much we have in common—and how much we have to learn from one another.

The conversation continues right here. You'll learn about my new memoir, My Mother's Daughter, which Chatelaine readers encouraged me to write. You can read and comment on some of my most popular articles. You can post a story in honour of your own mother-or your daughter. And you can follow my blog, Letters from Rona. Now over to you.
Credits: Photo © Jonathan Sprague; hair, JC Salons

Subscribe with RSS Subscribe with RSS
(What's RSS?)

Subscribe by Email Subscribe by Email


Rona Maynard is an author, speaker and former Editor of Chatelaine. Everything she knows about the real lives of women, she learned from women like you.

Book Rona to speak
Why I wrote this book

Memoir That Tells Your Truth
New! Rona's memoir workshop

Buy My Mother's Daughter online at:

My Mother's Daughter Indigo
Amazon
McClelland



From the book:
I said to my father, "You don't live here anymore. This is my mother's house, not yours. It's time for you to go." My father cursed me. He shook his fist. Then he left and never came back.

Letters from Rona

RM
APR
09

Godless but grateful with the Reverend Al Green

On a road trip this past winter, I did something I'd never done before. I went to a Sunday church service. Not just any service, but the two-and-a-half-hour praise fest at the Church of the Full Gospel Tabernacle, where music lovers flock from all over to see the Reverend Al Green in action. With a long drive to Texas ahead and half a day to spend in Memphis, my husband and I had picked Reverend Al's church over Graceland on the theory that a living, rocking, joy-proclaiming icon beats a shrine to one who died of drug abuse. There was just one catch: those hours in a pew. "Let's sit at the back," I suggested. "When we've had enough, we can slip out and no one will notice." [more]

Read more letters from Rona Arrow

 
 

Join the community

This is your space for celebrating your mother—or your daughter. If not for her, you’d be a different person. Share a story, post a photo and find out what other women have to say about the women who shaped their lives.

•  Add your Mother/daughter story
•  View all Mother/daughter stories


Rona's favourite comment

Moving and beautifully rendered. It's also hopeful. My mother has never been able to see me for who I am. She is 88 now (and shows no sign of stopping), but I know she won't be around much longer. There are still times she makes me so crazy I wish I she would get off... [more]

Written by Janice Gary, February 10, 2012

 

Popular letters & articles