The Secret I Kept From My Husband’s Family: Why I Never Told Them I Was a Judge

all wounds or fix all wrongs. Sometimes it was simply the act of drawing a clear line and saying: this far, no further.

I picked up my gavel—the physical symbol of judicial authority—and held it in my hand for a moment.

Then I set it carefully back in its place on the desk.

“Court is adjourned,” I said quietly to the empty room.

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