MY FATHER SMIRKED ACROSS THE COURTROOM AND SAID, “YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE MONEY TO HIRE A LAWYER,” BUT THE JUDGE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID, “FOR THE RECORD, SHE WON’T BE NEEDING ONE”
I stood alone in my Navy dress blues, the gold stripes on my sleeves catching the courtroom light. My father, Richard Garrison, sat across from me with that familiar arrogant …
MY FATHER SMIRKED ACROSS THE COURTROOM AND SAID, “YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE MONEY TO HIRE A LAWYER,” BUT THE JUDGE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID, “FOR THE RECORD, SHE WON’T BE NEEDING ONE” Read More