Monthly Archives: June 2011

There was parking right in front of Erma Black’s brownstone on Macon Street. I perfectly parallel parked the Camry. I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Black came to the door and opened it. “Thanks for coming,” she said, wiping her … Continue reading →

Ernest and I emerged on to Court Street, merged right into the lunch hour traffic of people. I spied him looking across the street at Brooklyn Supreme Court. I looked over, at the revolving doors, saw people passing through them. … Continue reading →

It was 800 hours and I was seated at my desk in my office. There’s a 5” x 7” photo of Mikoon my desk, right near my monitor, which she had placed there as a final, finishing touch, as she … Continue reading →

Back out on Fulton Street, in front of the building owned by Children Are Our Future, a few young women case workers were gathered, smoking and chatting – mostly venting about birth mothers and foster mothers. They both were driving … Continue reading →