Twenty years ago, I wanted a cut and paste button on my living history. If only such a thing existed. I would’ve recreated my childhood, deleted certain details, and added events that my children could proudly tell to their friends. My rewritten version would exclude the times I fled for my life, and include a mother … Continue reading Life Doesn’t Come with a Cut and Paste Button
From the Albany Democrat Herald by Alex Paul March 14, 2014 7:15 am • Author Pamela Koefoed said growing up with an alcohol-addicted mother was like “trying to survive in a river of crocodiles.” Had Koefoed and her two siblings been fortunate enough to have had CASA mentors, their childhoods would have been much brighter … Continue reading Guest Tells Attendees How She Used Tragedy to Survive, Teach
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 … Continue reading I Panhandled in Sacramento
White and grey smoke seeped from cracks surrounding the upper cabinet doors to my nine year old sister, Robin’s closet. I was seven. "Mommy!" I hollered from where I stood in the hall, near the bathroom. Mother answered my fearful sounding shout. When she reached me, I pointed to the bedroom at the end … Continue reading Fire! Help Fire! Call the Fire Trucks!