My Mother Had Me Arrested Until She Missed One Detail That Changed Everything

day, and I felt, for the first time in months, that I was one of them, that the proceedings and the paperwork and the careful attention required to defend myself had resolved into something I could set down. Not forget. I would not forget any of it, and I did not think I was supposed to. The memory of it was itself a kind of record, and I am a person continue reading …