Tag: CASA

  • Grace: An Act of Redemption

    Grace: An Act of Redemption

    Almost every week since the book Karly Sheehan was published, I receive emails or notes from readers. Some are from people who knew Karly's mother.Some are from those who knew her dad. But the vast majority are from those who didn't know either parent, but[..]
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  • Somewhere in a Courtroom Today

    Somewhere in a Courtroom Today

    Somewhere in a courtroom today decisions are being made about the welfare of children, abused and neglected. Hardly a week passes by that I don't receive a note from an adult who was abused, neglected. They always ask the same question: Why didn't anyone intervene[..]
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  • Dishonorable Soldiers

    Dishonorable Soldiers

      Soldier Jeanie Ditty and her boyfriend. Most often I am compelled to write about the ways in which we need to honor our veterans and military families. This compulsion is the result of growing up a Gold Star daughter during the height of the[..]
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  • Biden: A Voice for Children

    Biden: A Voice for Children

    The first week of June always brings Karly Sheehan to mind. It is hard to believe that ten years have passed since Karly was tortured to death on June 3, 2005 after her mother left her in the care of an angry man. That man[..]
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  • For the Least of These

    For the Least of These

    When our twin girls turned 13 we rented a barn in a big field on the outskirts of Pendleton, Oregon. We invited all their school friends and threw an old-fashioned barn dance party. A couple of college-age kids came and taught everyone there how to[..]
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  • Mama June: What were you thinking?

    Mama June: What were you thinking?

      Mama June. Mama June. Mama June. How could you? Welcome back Mark McDaniel, the convicted sex abuser who¬†abused your own daughter? No man is worth the value of a daughter well-loved. Has all this fame and fleeting fortune (Just ask Kate) muddled your brain?[..]
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  • The Letter

    The Letter

      A woman called me once, a woman I had met only one time at a reading I did in Oregon. I don't even remember her name now but she had a dream she wanted to share with me. She said Karly Sheehan appeared to[..]
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