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  By Helen Witty I can almost picture that day 32 years ago at King’s Island amusement park just across the Kentucky border in Mason, Ohio. Summer in the air. The distant shrieks of delighted children, the smell of fried...
By Helen Witty I had not so much as changed a diaper when doctors placed a squalling newborn on my chest after five hours of labor. It was the spring of 1984, the age of “natural childbirth,” and I’d delivered...
By Helen Witty Each year, 4,300 teens die from using alcohol. That’s nearly a dozen families and communities needlessly shattered every single day. As a parent, there is something you can do to protect your child. And it’s easier than...
Days after I stepped into the role of MADD National President a year ago, an unimaginable tragedy struck a family of five traveling back to Michigan from a vacation in my home state of Florida. On Jan. 6, 2019, Issam...
Five months after a drunk driver killed my daughter, our family braced for our first holiday season without her. Helen Marie was 16 when a teen driver, impaired on alcohol and marijuana, ran her down while she was rollerblading on...
I understood the power of Mothers Against Drunk Driving soon after I landed in its lap, shattered by the sudden death of my 16-year-old daughter, Helen Marie. It was, after all, the men and women of MADD who showed me...
A month after the loss of our 16-year-old daughter, Helen Marie, our family left for an annual trip to the North Carolina mountains. Long-time family friends joined us as planned, bringing along their two children a few years older than...
New data released this week by the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration offer some hope to those of us in the fight to eliminate drunk driving. In 2018, drunk driving deaths fell for the second year in a row and...
Five years after a drunk and drugged driver killed my 16-year-old daughter, I went to work in the school system where she’d been a student. I was a college advisor, but as a volunteer victim advocate for MADD, my two...
I still remember my daughter’s first day of third grade. That morning, Helen Marie and her younger brother, John, posed on the brick patio with their new lunch boxes—the latest in a series of back-to-school snapshots. By that afternoon, though,...