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Pamela Koefoed
- Sep 12, 2013
- 2 min
She Lost Her Son to an Addiction
I was in court last Tuesday, supporting the child advocates who volunteer with the child abuse and neglect advocacy agency that I oversee, when a twenty-eight year old woman entered and sat alone on a bench. I’ll call her Rocky. Nine months ago, when Rocky’s son was removed from her care due to her drug use, she left the courtroom in tears. I followed her into the foyer. “I’m Pam,” I said. “Would it be all right if I give you a hug?” She was too distraught to speak, but she n
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Pamela Koefoed
- Sep 9, 2013
- 1 min
A Reason to Live
What do dangerous chlorine gas, an exploding house, and a knife attack mean to you? Hopefully nothing. But for me, these were each experiences that I had growing up with my alcohol-addicted mother. Living with her was like trying to survive in a river of crocodiles. My life was often in danger and it’s a wonder that I wasn’t eaten alive. I survived, obviously, but there’s something else–I overcame. I’m here to give hope and help to the hurting through my creative writing styl
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Pamela Koefoed
- Sep 5, 2013
- 2 min
Introducing the New Memoir “JoyRide: Life, Death and Forgiveness”
Director of child abuse advocacy agency, CASA, launches debut memoir. If you enjoyed The Glass Castle, you will love JoyRide: Life, Death and Forgiveness. For additional information or to purchase, please visit www.joyridebook.com. Reviews from Amazon: This book caught my attention in the prologue and never let it go. Don’t start reading if you don’t have time to finish – because you won’t want to put it down. Powerful story of survival and love. By Elizabeth Bass on July 21,
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Pamela Koefoed
- Jun 12, 2013
- 2 min
I was so Hungry that I Panhandled
My stomach ached with hunger. Mother left my eleven-year-old sister Robin and me home alone for several days without food. The cupboards were bare. The refrigerator had a half empty jug of Gallo and some dried out celery in a produce drawer but that was all. Panhandling wasn’t something I ever imagined for myself. I was nine-years-old, almost fearless, and absolutely lacking in begging skills. I stationed myself outside the neighborhood grocery store, and waited beside the au
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