...all the legal mumbo/jumbo aside...at the very least someone should have been shamed enough by the trial to have been forthcoming about the actual details of what happened...there is no shame anymore...even if Caylee had accidentally died on whoever's watch...they still covered her death so that whoever did neglect her wouldn't get turned in...that is outrageous...and no one in that family was courageous enough to have shared, with any humility, what actually happened...so in this case at least, dysfunction won...philosophically Caylee was murdered by dysfunction...and nothing was done to get this horribly hurting family any real help...and yet, they continue to function is regular society as though their only sin was being broken...and an innocent child is dead...sacrificed for their lies and secrets...it is ill.
At the heart of a lot of these cases is family dysfunction.; hurting people inflicting their inadequacies upon each other until all that is left is lies and denial.
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The single greatest influence in her life was the remarkable time spent with her paternal grandmother; it was under this influence that she thrived. Her grandmother introduced her to not only fine Literature, but also the Arts and the Opera. And it was beloved grandmother who told her that if she wanted to be a great writer she must first learn to be an avid reader.
Early adult life would be peppered with indecision, failings, and the haunting of things not learned in childhood. But as is the case with most sincere artist, out of the angst of life came a great capacity for creativity.
Shelby considers her writing a gift...a joy, a tremendous responsibility, and something that helps to define her life.
She lives in very picturesque Central Oregon with her two children.