I was recently scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and started reading a post that one of my friends had shared. As I read it, I recognized it as an article I had written for a magazine many months ago. The post on Facebook, my writing, had already reached three thousand likes. I should have been ecstatic! I should have been celebrating that my words had not only reached so many people, but had moved them as well. I should have been screaming with joy, but instead I was literally shaking with anger. The tiny detail that made the difference? My name did not appear anywhere on the post.
I felt robbed. I felt like someone had stolen something very valuable from me. It wasn’t just my article that had been taken; it was my rights. As the owner of that piece, it was my right to have it attributed to…
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A Ducktrinor Mom 