I was mad when Jill got out of jury duty just by saying that she was the mom of an autistic child.
For years I considered it simply my civic responsibility to try to get out doing jury duty, and especially so after I was called in August, 2001. Alex at that time was 3; he hadn’t started preschool, and at home he was a real handful when not going back and forth on his rocking horse. Sequestering wasn’t something I could handle as a parent right then; any relief I might have experienced while waited on in a hotel would’ve …read more