Bikers Stories
My Son Ate Supper Beside The Homework That Earned That Certificate
My mother slid my old tip tin across the graduation table in front of TEN…
Category: Bikers Stories
Bikers Stories
I Paid $525 a Month for My Boy’s Room at His Father’s House
My son flinched when his father reached past him for the ketchup, and on Monday…
Bikers Stories
Brooke Stopped Talking the Day the Papers Came to Her Grandmother’s Porch
The week her father put in for custody, Brooke stopped talking, and SEVEN men on…
Bikers Stories
Her Father’s Attorney Was Waiting While She Wouldn’t Cross The Door
My six-year-old client planted her shoes outside the courthouse with seven minutes left to get…
Bikers Stories
Her Bedroom Vent Carried Every Word From His Kitchen
The fourth time he said it, a nine-year-old was lying on her bedroom carpet with…
Bikers Stories
My Daughter Had Practiced Her Invitation Beside The Dryer
"Dad, was I BAD?" my daughter said when her mother took my chair away before…
Bikers Stories
Her Court Shoes Were Still on the Porch When She Ran to Him
Vicki Pruitt hadn't given me five minutes alone with Kaylee since she moved in. This…
Bikers Stories
My Brother Ate At The Counter On My Tab
For nine afternoons, my son stopped moving whenever the cafe DOOR opened, even if he…
Bikers Stories
Her Father Had Asked For The Side Hall
At 8:35, my nine-year-old client asked whether SIXTEEN bikers would let her hold somebody's hand.…
Bikers Stories
A Stranger Leaned on Rylee’s Schoolyard Gate Thirteen Afternoons Running
The little girl on my caseload told me the only grown-ups she wasn't SCARED of…
Bikers Stories
My Son Had Slept in His Sneakers Thirteen Nights Running
My son walked right past his father's open arms at the drop-off and went inside…
Bikers Stories
My Son Hooked His Fingers in the Chain-Link and Faced the School
For four Wednesdays running my boy walked past the swings and stood at the chain-link…