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Author and Advocate, Tracey L. Tindall, opens the discussion of child abuse in effort to protect children by letting them know it is okay to tell a trusted adult when they do not feel safe or someone has touched them in an inappropriate way. Child abuse has been a silent epidemic for too long, and this author's book allows children and adults to have an open dialogue about body safety and what to do if boundaries are crossed.

Research has consistently shown that there is a link between caregiver substance use and child maltreatment, but less attention has been given to child trauma exposure. The co-occurrence of caregiver substance misuse and child trauma exposure is a prevailing problem that has confounded social work prevention, protection, and treatment efforts with both children and adults for years. However, there has been minimal empirical and clinical literature focusing on child trauma as an outcome of caregiver substance use. This work is designed to be the catalyst for sustained intellectual inquiry...

Wallace Stevens - American Writers 11 was first published in 1961. Minnesota Archive Editions uses digital technology to make long-unavailable books once again accessible, and are published unaltered from the original University of Minnesota Press editions.

Elder John Tindall styled himself a “converted atheist.” After two years of training at Loma Linda, 1908–1910, he finished the Medical Evangelist Course and went out as the first graduate to conduct gospel medical missionary evangelism. Throughout his more-than fifty years of promoting this divine method of soul winning, he always upheld Christ as the perfect example of what all believers are to become in character. This book primarily presents Christ in His humanity.

“The humanity of the Son of God is everything to us. It is the golden chain that binds our...

We might be living in the first chapter of one of my own detective stories, the kind of story I always felt to be so improbable. A woman lay dead upstairs waiting to be screwed down; in another bedroom a man was having hysterics; in the kitchen a grey parrot was imitating both their voices; and in the sitting-room crouched the pugs, glaring at us now with rage and terror in their popping eyes. Soon a car would drive up and Henry’s sisters would join us, and Mr Galvain the man of business; and I, the stranger, wearing black for a woman I had never known, sat waiting to meet...