Bikers Stories
The Second Police Report Wasn’t in Brianna’s File
My nine-year-old client asked me to sleep in my car. This morning TWELVE bikers rode…
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Bikers Stories
Fourteen Motorcycles Were Waiting Outside the Police Station for My Son
My son flinched when his stepdad reached for the remote. Then his teacher called about…
Bikers Stories
The Motorcycles Outside the Courthouse Were Not There for My Client
My daughter kept saying the same six words about her father's lawyer. "He gives Daddy…
Bikers Stories
The Biker Who Bought My Diner Came Back With a Folder
I told the man in the leather cut to GET OUT of my diner. Two…
Bikers Stories
My Son Called It a Game Until He Asked If I Would Send Him Away
"Mommy, is the bathroom GAME still our secret, or does Curtis get to tell people…
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The Folder on the PTA Table Had My Name in It
The man in the leather jacket sets a folder on the table in front of…
Bikers Stories
A Stranger With My Dad’s Tattoo Was Waiting on His Porch
A stranger with tattoos up both arms stopped for my dad. He fixed the truck,…
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The Nine Bikers Were Waiting Outside Family Court
I've walked forty kids into family court in eleven years. None of them ever arrived…
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My Son Flinched at the Cereal Aisle, Then a Biker Grabbed Another Boy
My son started flinching every time we passed the cereal aisle. Then a stranger on…
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Todd Told Me to Look Under Her Bed
The officer stands in my doorway and tells him to LEAVE. My daughter is behind…
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My Niece Asked If She Made Her Uncle Hit Her
"Aunt Denise, is it my fault when Uncle Marcus gets the belt down?" I have…
Bikers Stories
My Niece Asked Me About the Lock in the Grocery Store
"Aunt Denise, why does Uncle Marcus lock me in the closet when I cry?" My…