All I want for Christmas is a pardon 

This Christmas, all I want is a pardon — but my last name isn’t Biden.  

My name is not known to millions. I’m just an ordinary person with an extraordinary label: “felon.” Years ago, I was convicted of a felony in Virginia for taking my daughter across state lines. We weren’t divorced yet, and she wasn’t harmed in any way. There was no malice or intent to break the law — only a misunderstanding in a painful time of family conflict. Yet in Virginia, this act became a felony, one that now overshadows my life.