I know that some of you are thinking, “Oh, that will never happen to me.” All I can say is that more than half of you are deluding yourselves, and the rest of you have no reliable way to know just how lucky you will be. For those who maintain that adolescent sense of invulnerability, such admonitions will fall on deaf ears. Never underestimate the power of denial.
The family law system has evolved, or devolved, depending on how you look at it, into an adversarial theater of the damned, where turpitude and mendaciousness are considered good breeding; where children, fathers and families are exploited as a matter of routine.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men who reach for anything they can to keep from going home. -Kris Kristofferson Joe Bob searches his home futilely for a place to store a box of baseball cards he‘s collected since childhood. Everywhere he looks is already packed to the edges with something …
David Evans. Collin Finnerty. Reade Seligmann. Don’t be surprised if the names sound only vaguely familiar, though not so long ago they were the subject of national headlines. Perhaps the mention of another name will jar your memory. Mike Nifong. Yes, Evans, Finnerty and Seligmann were the accused in the stridently publicized Duke Lacrosse rape …
This isn’t just about decency. And it is not just about the chasm of mistrust that separates us from each other, or the legions of the walking wounded from this godforsaken gender war.
Personally, I have seen enough of this garbage from men to last me a lifetime. There are men and women out here right now, fighting an uphill battle you can’t imagine just to give you a fair shot at justice when the wife calls in the lawyers and the state to dissolve your marriage and your assets; to dissolve your life.
It was February, and I drove through Athens into the heart of east Texas with a chilled wind blowing dead leaves and debris across the highway. The sky, dark and moody, mimicked an ancient turmoil in my heart. “Just talk to him,” Jim had said. “There is much you have to say and you won’t …
Amy sat across from me in one of the two Queen Anns. She looked vacantly at the floor and her shoulders slumped downward, as if ready to collapse under the weight of a hard life. She used a pale finger to absently toy with a strand of hair that hung by her cheek and was …
We are aware, especially in these hard economic times, that parting with hard earned money is a tough call, but we are asking you to do it nonetheless. We will put your money to work every day confronting misandry wherever we find it.
