Victims ’ families deserve dignity. Full stop. Not when it’s convenient. Not when the cameras are rolling. Not only while a case is “active.” Always. A violent crime doesn’t just take one life. It fractures an entire family. There is a before and an after, and no one chooses the after. Grief isn’t polite. Trauma doesn’t follow timelines. And justice doesn’t heal the way people pretend it does. Yet families are judged constantly. Too quiet: they must be over it. Too loud

Grief doesn’t leave. It just changes clothes. In the beginning, it’s unbearable. It takes the air out of the room and the ground out from under you. Early grief doesn’t ask permission—I didn't know what to do when grief descended on me. I remember trying to go to sleep at night and when I finally could fall asleep and wake up the next morning, I would stretch and think, "it's going to nice day." Then the realization of what had happened to my daughter, to me, to my family, a

Greetings all. It has been more than two years since I last updated this space, and silence was never my intention. Life has simply carried a weight I have struggled to put into words. In October, the United States Supreme Court denied Karl Roberts his final appeal. The decision of guilt for capital murder and the penalty of death given rightly by a jury of his peers. With that decision, the case that has followed me for more than two decades reached the end of the judicia

You would think 24 years is long enough to process and deal with grief. But, you would be wrong. I saw an interview that Billy Bob...