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  • Save the Date: Trauma Bytes Call #5 - April 29

    Sarah Jordan, MA, LPC
    Trauma Therapy with Incarcerated Youth
    1:00 - 2:00 pm Eastern Time
    Wednesday, April 29, 2015
    Call 866-439-4480; password 3746006#
    1 free CE available
    Questions? Contact Carol M. Smith, PhD; mitchellsmi1@marshall.edu

  • Reminder: Trauma Bytes Call #4

    J. Eric Gentry, PhD
    Forward Facing Trauma Therapy
    Wednesday, February 25, 2015
    1:00 - 2:00 pm Eastern Time
    call 866-439-4480; password 3746006#
    Questions? Contact Carol M. Smith, PhD, mitchellsmi1@marshall.edu

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