The Public Defender First Approaches the Box
My client’s just like you, except he’s not got gum or ibuprofen in a purse. His silence is his right. […]
My client’s just like you, except he’s not got gum or ibuprofen in a purse. His silence is his right. […]
Whose turn is it anyway? she jokes to poke fun at me, while I, the oldest, hide my guilt.
Not because she wanted him to let her go. She wanted to stay on her bed. Not because she wanted
Part I: The Visit I visited my father one Saturday at the nursing home where we had put him
I bring the second-grade baseball team bubble gum, two bags of it. I open the sacks and dump the pieces
The day moves by me, and I’m still at the same old desk that was two-wheeled into my room by