At my county courthouse, not even Thomas Jefferson could keep me from the bright light of justice. I was among the potential jurors, and frankly, none of us wanted to be there. We’d had to shift work responsibilities, find child care, bend schedules.
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
JOIN ME ~ I’ll send brief, occasional posts to lighten your backpack. We're on this journey together.
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