I was called to jury duty again. It’s becoming a bit of a pattern, which is kind of frustrating because — schedules. To-do lists. Deadlines.

But honestly, I’m happy to participate and do my duty.
I hope if I ever ended up in a courtroom that some of you would serve fairly and with open hearts. That’s what I tried to show up with.

I didn’t get chosen in the end. That’s ok. It was going to be hard.
The defendant was representing herself and let’s just say, I don’t recommend that.

A couple of potential jurors explained that English was their second language and that reading documents would be tricky for them. The lawyer asked them if they would try and they said yes, they would try. I didn’t think they should have to, but it put a lump in my throat anyway.

I was out by noon, blinking in the sunshine after having been in the dark courtroom all morning. Justice. It’s quite the challenge and puzzle, isn’t it?

No knives, guns, spurs, swords
but we will allow coffee.
Order in the court!