The National Compassion Fund

As a board member, nothing gives me a greater sense of pride than knowing that the work of the National Center for Victims of Crime is making a difference.  Not only do we provide programs and resources for victims to help them in their healing, we are now helping others lend their support. This past week, in response to the tragic shooting at

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My Right To Be Safe

As previously viewed on Huffington Post   “Mommy, why do we have to take our shoes off at the airport? ” “How come I can’t take my juice box onto the plane? ” “What is war? ” “Mom, will they shoot me at school?” “Why is everyone so sad today (9/11)? ” “Are we safe going to the hockey game?

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Forever Impression

It’s 7:25 a.m., on a Tuesday and I am riding down the escalator, wearing a simple beige/turquoise dress and my zebra print shoes. I wanted to be understated considering the audience and my topic. As I moved through the crowd I could hear whispers of the previous night’s shenanigans and dread of the anticipated long day head of workshop after

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Pools of Tears: Remembering Lives Lost on 9/11

Just months following the vicious assault on our country in 2001, I traveled to NY for a speaking engagement.  I vividly recall upon our descent into JFK,  being overwhelmed with a feeling of fear and panic;  my brain was flooded with “what if’s?”  When the attacks of 9/11 occurred, I was on my honeymoon, having been married just a few

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“Surviving A Tragedy” with Steph Watts

A frank discussion with my dear friend Steph Watt, on the tragedy that devastated Aurora, CO. on July 20, 2012, when James Holmes, 24, opened fire on an unsuspecting crowd of movie goers, killing 12 people and wounding 58 others. We spent the hour discussing high profile cases, the aftermath of such tragic events, and the healing process and the

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A Coach, a Teacher and a Warden

  It’s late on a Friday night and I am sitting on the side of the basketball court on an uncomfortable fold up chair, hoping a cool breeze will break a path through the stale, sweaty air.  I am wedged between a sea of proud parents, who are hypnotized by their kids dribbling up and down the court, over and

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