The author of this post has taken great lengths to ensure the subject matter is dealt with in a compassionate and respectful manner. The following describes experiences of childhood abuse…
Our name – Voices for Virginia’s Children – represents the lived experiences of children and families across the commonwealth. As an advocacy organization, we have a responsibility to elevate the voices of those who are often left behind and unseen, so their stories are heard loud and clear by those in the halls of power.
Stories are an incredibly effective way to advocate for change. It’s important to us that we hear from you to help inform our work and empower as many people as possible to be greater advocates for children. Share your story by completing this form.
The author of this post has taken great lengths to ensure the subject matter is dealt with in a compassionate and respectful manner. The following describes experiences of childhood abuse…
Voices for Virginia’s Children is looking for 10-15 young people with lived experiences in Virginia’s foster care system and formal/informal kinship care to participate in “Uplifting Young Voices: Foster and…
Guest author — Voices intern Megan Gianforte Organizations evolve over time with many pivots, but one thing that has remained constant through the life of Voices for Virginia’s Children is…
Our mission for Racial Truth & Reconciliation Week is to empower the voices and experiences of marginalized communities in acknowledgement of truth to promote healing, reconciliation, and justice. Reflecting on…
Our mission for Racial Truth & Reconciliation Week is to empower the voices and experiences of marginalized communities in acknowledgement of truth to promote healing, reconciliation, and justice. Reflecting on…
Our mission for Racial Truth & Reconciliation Week is to empower the voices and experiences of marginalized communities in acknowledgement of truth to promote healing, reconciliation, and justice. Reflecting on…
trapped between d r i p p i n g veins of the red the white the blue s t u m b l e d upon fertile soil shoveled…
December 15, 2008: Today was just the weirdest day of my life. It’s been almost a month into school, and I came into the house, put my bags down, and…
Invisible. Ghost-like quiet No hand to hold past to unfold no microphone to save you mixed girl, did they tell you weren’t Black enough? tell you you weren’t white enough?…
Last night, we left our hotel to grab dinner. Because I am unfamiliar with the area, I drove cautiously in the right-hand lane in order to look for our dining…