Just like that, with the stroke of a pen, it’s over. No more strategy sessions. No more jockeying. No more discussion. No more “we.” You stand up with a slight hesitation as you hear them say that you’re free to go. “Go where?” you say, almost out loud. You feel like the proverbial deer in headlights as the attorneys head for the door. And so
Nothing triggers an elevation in anxiety quite like a jury duty summons. There’s the invasion of privacy thought (where the hell did they get my name from?), the lizard brain fear (how the hell do I get out of this?), and the long anticipation of having to change your entire life because you know you will be selected for a case that will last forever.
In the glistening of the rising sun, you pray he comes to you. You close your eyes and try to feel him but sadness is not easy to penetrate. You move within the home you created together and it echos with emptiness. The dog lifts his head with each breeze begging for him to come through the door. And your mind keeps taking you
Your mom slipped and fell from the bottom step at the hair salon – you know, the step with the loose bricks – and appears to have broken her ankle. And what’s your first reaction? You want to yell at someone. You want to blame someone. And you do so, loudly, as you head to the emergency room frustrated beyond belief. Your mom is still