He was rushed to the hospital and we saw a glimmer of hope. Sara and I followed; I was 20. I literally brought my childhood stuffed animal, Sad Sam, with me to the emergency room. The Chaplin met us in the waiting room and asked if we were “next of kin.” I didn’t know what that meant. Sara did. We weren’t next of kin. Or we weren’t yet. Emerson wasn’t even a flutter yet. But Ed was gone.
Category: Kate
In defense of advocacy
What do you stand for other than pomp and circumstance? Do you stand for the perilous fight? The fight that might make some friends scared, some friends leave and other friends think? Do you stand gallantly on the side of humanity and goodness?
Fearless
advocate for the underdog, wannabe supermom, wonderwife, lover of sparkles, scholar of law, foodie photo cred: the amazing miss elsie ayala who had this crazy perfect idea to photograph me in a tutu in the middle of the street
lucky, loved & lawyered 