When I Walked Into the Courtroom in Full Uniform, My Father Laughed. My Mother Sighed. Then the Judge Looked Up, His Voice Breaking: “Dear God… It’s Really Her.” The Room Went Silent. They Had No Idea Who I Had Become.

it was what integrity required.

The fact that they were in the room when it arrived was simply the way that things sometimes, if you do good work and live honestly inside the full dimensions of who you are, work out.

I still squared my binder to the table edge after I was done. Still left the courtroom in the same measured pace I had entered it. Still continue reading …