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a wooden hourglass on a white tabletop in front of a white brick wall.


The court process is not quick. In fact, the wheels of justice turn very slowly. Just when you think that you’re moving forward, something else will halt the process. It is very frustrating and exhausting. This poem reflects how I felt during my five months in court.

life itself.

I would like to meet the person for whom this pandemic has not been an utter mind fuck. Really. I would. The past almost eight months have been strange, to say the least. As tired as I am of hearing them described as “unprecedented” or “unusual,” the fact is that nothing is normal, obviously. In …

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the journal.

I’m not sure how I knew something was wrong. Woman’s intuition, I guess. We had a ritual, a routine. He would call me at work on his way to work, then I would call him when I left work on my way home. Because of our opposite schedules, we barely got to see each other, …

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It’s interesting to me all the different ways we work to understand our identities. I am addicted to understanding what it is that makes me who I am and if I had any influence over it or if I’m simply influenced by when I was born and how I was raised. Of all the methods …

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minute orders.

Phone Status Conference. 10:07 a.m. Petitioner appears by phone with counsel. Respondent does not appear by phone. What? He asked for this hearing. Why is he not here? Respondent counsel appears in person. Matter comes before the court on Respondent motion to clarify parenting time. This is such a waste of time; he just needs …

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I’ve thought about my identity my entire life, always confused at how to define it. I’m a mish mash of things and people are always surprised about a few when they learn more about who I am. These are my favorites. I like country music. I credit that to my high school boyfriend, who listened …

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