They Stole The Log Cabin My Grandfather Left Me And Learned The Deed Still Had My Name

I don’t know yet if I will go and watch it happen in person. My peace, I’ve come to understand, isn’t waiting for me in that particular courtroom. It’s here, on this porch, in this quiet.

I’m a legal archivist. My job, professionally and now personally both, is to preserve the truth carefully enough that it can’t be argued away or rewritten by whoever continue reading …