A Judge Sat at the Defense Table in Her Own Courtroom as Her Parents Tried to Sue Her

my face and I noticed, surprised, that my cheeks were completely dry.

In my rearview mirror pulling away from the curb, I could see my mother on the porch, and behind her Aunt Ruth, bending to gather the pages my father had apparently thrown after I left.

Monday morning, nine o’clock, Pamela Harding’s line. He told me to sue him, I said. In front of continue reading …