Hey Reader Person(s)
750 days ago, after two extremely tumultuous frightening years of legal entanglement, my divorce was finalized at the courthouse with then Master, now Judge, S. Outside of the courtroom, Judge S wears bespoke suits from New Orleans with matching fedoras. Inside of the courtroom, he flairs with exaggerated arm movements so that his robes take some flight when he approaches his bench.
Judge S doesn’t pull any punches and seems committed to squelching any potential tomfoolery nonsense from anyone in his courtroom (including attorneys).
In case you have not been to family court in your area,
let me assure you that there is a LOT of attempted tomfoolery happening.
It’s how many attorneys make an* s-ton of money.
Judge S should have his own show or be my bestie. I like that guy. I liked the other guy too (retired Judge D), but he did not wear bespoke suits, or flair in the courtroom, and his face is too pleasant. Also, he is my friend’s FIL and I am prone to thinking he is a kindly grandfather rather than a serious law interpreter. See you at the Pop Shop, Pops!
746 days ago, I began this blog. I wrote the opening piece a year or two earlier but did not have the wherewithal to begin a blog or continue any writing. Since then the opening piece here has been published in a book!
Fingers Crossed that I will be selected to have a new piece, not yet posted anywhere, in a new book. Updates will be available soon.
In the meantime, I am once again revisiting my fiction works.
S L O W L Y
S L O W L Y
And so the world keeps moving. I am getting older, farther away from things I need distance from, closer to things I need drawn closer to.
Time is ticking – eventually that ol’ bell will toll for me. In the meantime, I carry on each day with SonHerisme and myself doing the best I can do in these sweet/painful/joyous/difficult moments of life. It is lonely over here. Sometimes thankfully so.
How are you?
Love, Ms. Herisme xoxo
*Grammar police: “an” is acceptable here in my opinion because saying ‘s’ sounds as if there is a vowel at the beginning. So ha ha ha on you – no correction needed snarky pants!
**SonHerisme coined this one at 2!