Happy Friday! I’m extra, EXTRA excited for this weekend to begin because my best friend is on a plane as I type this – she’ll be in Austin real soon! We’ve got a fun weekend ahead basically tackling my ATX bucket list, including the bats (!), a solid hike, and Austin City Limits. Wahoooooo!
But, before the fun begins, there’s another type of fun to be had: another installment of Blanche’s Book Club! Our latest read is “The Language of Flowers” by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. Here’s the description from Amazon:
The Victorian language of flowers was used to convey romantic expressions: honeysuckle for devotion, asters for patience, and red roses for love. But for Victoria Jones, it’s been more useful in communicating mistrust and solitude. After a childhood spent in the foster-care system, she is unable to get close to anybody, and her only connection to the world is through flowers and their meanings. Now eighteen and emancipated from the system with nowhere to go, Victoria realizes she has a gift for helping others through the flowers she chooses for them. But an unexpected encounter with a mysterious stranger has her questioning what’s been missing in her life. And when she’s forced to confront a painful secret from her past, she must decide whether it’s worth risking everything for a second chance at happiness.
I heard about this book on a podcast I love (“What Should I Read Next”), and I immediately knew this was going to strike a chord with me. Having volunteered with CASA for three years, I learned a lot about the foster care system and what it’s like for the children in it.
The character Victoria brings some spice to the situation and she’s determined to take a different path – even more different than the one she’s been on. She creates her own way, and she’s damn good at it. There’s even a little bit of a love story in there. A great read!
The next book we’re reading is “The Hate U Give” by Angie Thomas.
I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!
In 2012, I read a book that really struck me. The book was “A Silence of Mockingbirds: The Memoir of a Murder” by Karen Spears Zacharias.
At the time, the book was the featured reading for a community-wide book club in Baton Rouge. In this large club, the author would come speak. So, I read the book in about two days in preparation for Ms. Zacharias’ arrival, and I was able to set up an interview with her. Here’s what I wrote (on my former blog) about it:
Book number 12 of 2012 is an unexpected one, “A Silence of Mockingbirds: The Memoir of A Murder,” by Karen Spears Zacharias.
The genre, memoir or true crime, is an unexpected choice for me, but rather how I stumbled upon this book is. Originally, I planned to read a short, easy book lent to me by a coworker. I needed something light after finishing “Audition” by Barbara Walters.
However, another coworker pointed out to me that the summer’s “One Book One Community” was quickly approaching. Was I planning to attend? she asked me.
I attended last year, after reading a phenomenal book (“Crazy” by Pete Early); the author comes to town and speaks, and answers questions about the selected book. It’s a great chance to hear from successful writers.
“I enjoyed attending last year,” I told my coworker.
She told me she wasn’t going to have enough time to read the book beforehand, so she would let me borrow it, if I wanted. Of course I did — I cannot, and will never pass up a free book.
And so, “A Silence of Mockingbirds” fell into my hands. When I had a chance to sit down and read a few pages days later, I dove right in, reading half of the book in one sitting.
“A Silence of Mockingbirds” is the true and tragic story of a young girl’s murder. A murder that the author, Zacharias, is shockingly close to.
Zacharias, former cop reporter, a journalist, an author, as well as an advocate for war widows, had befriended and cared for a girl named Sarah early in her life.
As Sarah grew up and attempted to take care of herself, they remained in touch. Sarah was married to a man named David, and they gave birth to their daughter, Karly. Karly, a sweet blue-eyed blonde, seemed to be loved by so many, even though her time on this earth was too short. Early in Karly’s life, her parents divorced, and her mom met a new man named Shawn.
They moved in together in after two weeks of dating.
Once they moved in, Karly’s life changed, showing bruise after bruise, losing large patches of hair, and wanting to sleep all the time.
Her father, David, as well as the woman at her daycare, repeatedly called child services to report possible child abuse. But each report and each doctor’s visit when unnocticed as abuse and written off as stress, or as Sarah put it, “allergies.”
Unfortunately, none of it was taken serious enough, or Shawn just went too far, or Sarah just didn’t care enough, and Karly lost her life at age 3, due to blunt force trauma to the head, causing a brain injury.
The trial found the boyfriend, Shawn guilty of abuse and neglect, and he spends his days behind bars. Since then, Karly’s Law has been put into place, making it mandatory for photos to be taken when a possible child abuse claim is made (no pictures were taken in Karly’s case).
As sick as it sounds, this story was riveting on its own. However, Zacharias did a massive amount of research on the brutal murder, and then wrote it all in such a beautiful way:
- “In October, maples drop their golden parchments into the Willamette River, where they are carried downstream, letters for the beavers.”
- “Hearing Gina quote the dead Karly punctured something in Pam. Holding back her corn-silk hair, she hunkered over the rim of her wine glass. A fierce thunderstorm gave way to tears.”
When I finish reading most books, I don’t get the chance to hear the author speak, so I am really looking forward to this.
When I went to see the author speak, there was also a panel of speakers there to talk about the various sides of this story – one of the most obvious and most-controversial: child abuse and how it’s dealt with in our country. There was a spokesperson from CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates) there, and she said something that stuck with me, “A child that has a CASA volunteer is 60% more likely to be adopted than one that does not.”
At that time, I was volunteering as a Facilitator for Dialogue on Race Louisiana; hosting weekly structured dialogues across the city to educate others on institutional racism. I wanted to look into CASA, so I did.
Within six months, I went through 40 hours of training in order to become a CASA volunteer. These trainings were after work and on Saturdays. At the end of the training, we had interviews, and ultimately decided whether or not we wanted to follow through with the volunteer. It was a year-long commitment, or until your assigned case was resolved.
I know I’ve spoken about CASA many times before, but in case you’re not sure what it is, a CASA volunteer is assigned a case that involves a child in the system, i.e. in state’s custody/foster care. As a CASA volunteer, you meet with the child at least once a month, and in general, you make sure they are doing ok, make sure they are being treated well in their foster situation, see that they are getting fed and clothed, and make sure they are doing well in school.
You also talk to people in their life; teachers, coaches, friends, etc., just to get all sides of the story. Then you write monthly reports, and you write an extensive court report about every 6 months or each time the child is to appear in court. The judge loves a CASA report because he/she can simply read it before the hearing and know what is going on within a short amount of time.
To put things in perspective, all juvenile court systems are overloaded. Each case worker has probably 200 or so cases, and the judge sees 20 cases a day. This is where that whole “CASA percentage” comes in – the CASA serves as the squeeky wheel. You stick up for your case to be sure they are not forgotten.
About 6 months after I went through training, I received a call with a pitch for a case. It was three brothers, and although I cannot reveal the details of their case, their mom had a severe mental illness issues and could no longer care for them. The boys had actually been locked in a home (had not even seen the light of day) for two years. They were entered into foster care, and I took them as my case.
For the last three years, I have visited the boys each month. We had pizza dinners, baked dozens of cookies for Santa, celebrated birthdays and student-of-the-month, we had Dollar Store shopping sprees, video game competitions, flew kites, took boxing classes, killed each other in lazer tag, and snuck so much candy into many movies.
And last week, I had to say goodbye, even though their case has yet to be resolved (yes, even three years later). I really wanted to see my case to the end, but without sounding terrible, the communication between the foster home and the court system became a battle I could no longer fight.
When I expressed my frustration with my case manager, she asked me if I wanted to resign. I did not want to give up, but I felt that I wasn’t able to give the case, and the boys, the attention they deserved. So, I sadly agreed to resign. I cried at my desk, and I told my case manager to please tell the boys that if they ever need anything, I’d be there in a heartbeat.
I have always, always wanted to help people. And helping these boys, even if in a very small way, enriched my life in a way I never thought possible. But it also breaks my heart to know how complicated the system is; and how many kids get tossed in there, completely innocent, and they may not find their way out until they “age out” and turn 18. I hope, I hope, I HOPE, the boys get a new, fresh volunteer who is ready to kick some ass and resolve their case. They deserve it – they deserved it years ago.
If you have any questions or interest about becoming a CASA volunteer, please don’t hesitate to contact me (firstname.lastname@example.org). I am always down to help others who want to help others!
After I resigned, my case manager thanked me for my years of service, and understood that the case had been extremely tough. “You should become a CASA in Austin!” she said.
I smiled. I think it’s time I switch gears. So, I’m currently on the hunt for a new volunteer effort. And tomorrow, I think YOU should help me explore my options. I’ll see you there!