When Family Court Gets It Really Right — A New York Story

I’m not going to spoil this story by telling you everything that happens, but read this.

The first para is:

The story of how Danny and I were married last July in a Manhattan courtroom, with our son, Kevin, beside us, began 12 years earlier, in a dark, damp subway station.

The story includes the finding of an abandoned baby in the subway, a gutsy and instinctively right judge, adoption, and a gay marriage.

Bring your tissues.


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I am deeply involved in access to justice and the patient voice movement.
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