a prayer for a little less chaos, maybe
A post about the time I got sued when my husband was dying and had to go to trial -- five years later -- the week my son graduated from high school
In August of 2018, I got sued.
Hal was dying then. We were home for a few days between hospital stays when the doorbell rang just after 6:00am and confused with exhaustion, I went to go answer it.
“Rebecca Woolf?”
“Yeah?”
“You just got served.”
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