My Stepmother Claimed I Was Not Stable In Court Until The Judge Removed His Glasses

her sentencing, I did not go to the courthouse. I did not need to witness the formal conclusion of something that had already, for me, concluded in courtroom 4B when I put that binder on the bench.

Instead, I went to my mother’s grave.

It is in a small cemetery on the south side of Houston, under a live oak that drops acorns every fall. I sat on the continue reading …