I Walked Into Court Beside My Mom. My Dad Smirked — Until I Addressed the Judge as Her Attorney

perhaps a dozen people, most of them waiting for their own cases to be called. Custody modifications. Property line disputes. Small claims matters that felt enormous to the people living through them.

That ordinariness mattered to me. Justice, I’d learned during my years of study and practice, doesn’t arrive with theatrical fanfare. It doesn’t announce continue reading …