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The Challenge

A crisis arrived from a direction I had not been watching.The eighth paper on probation and supervision rights had been published and had been in the legal community for eight months. The probation decision from the Supreme Court had been decided. The implementation was underway in the states.And then a state Supreme Court in the southeast ruled that the federal adequacy standard did not apply to its state probation system on the grounds that the state had an independent constitutional framework that predated the federal framework and that the federal standard could not supersede it.The ruling was three to two.The dissent was written by a justice who had read the eighth paper and who cited it in three places.The dissent was right. The majority was not.The state Supreme Court ruling created a direct conflict with the federal standard established by the Supreme Court.This was serious.A state court refusing to apply a federal constitutional standard was not just a legal error. It

Eight to One

October and the Georgia challenge was at the Supreme Court.The oral argument was on a Wednesday.I was at Columbia.Priya was in the gallery.Rafael wrote the majority opinion.Eight to one.Not six to three. Eight to one.The Supremacy Clause argument produced a broader coalition than any previous access decision. The question of whether a state Supreme Court could carve out an exception to a federal constitutional right on grounds of state constitutional history was not a close question for eight of the nine justices.Only one justice, who had been in the dissent on every access decision since the beginning, held the view that state constitutional independence permitted the exception.Eight to one.The opinion was precise and swift. The federal constitutional right to adequate representation in proceedings where the state was a party could not be limited by state constitutional frameworks on a matter of federal protection. The Georgia Supreme Court ruling was reversed.Rafael sent

The Next Step

December arrived and the six months became four months and the four months became another imaging appointment.The neurosurgeon said the word stable again.No change. The lesion was the same size as the first imaging. The same characteristics. The watchful waiting approach remained correct.She was precise. She answered our questions. She scheduled the next appointment.Walking out, Kade said, "Stable.""Yes," I said."I have been thinking about what stable means," he said."Tell me," he said."It means the situation is not changing," he said. "But it is not gone.""No," I said."It is not going to go away," he said."The neurosurgeon said some meningiomas remain stable for years," I said. "Some for decades.""And some do not," he said."And some do not," I agreed.He was quiet."I have been thinking about what to do with that," he said."What have you decided?" I said."To do what I am doing," he said. "Work when the work matters. Be present when presence matters more than work. See

For Every Marcus

Saturday arrived.The Columbia conference room on the fourth floor. Morning light from the east windows. The team assembled: Priya, Josephine, two research fellows, Nora who had come up from the third floor at eight in the morning and had been at the coffee machine when I arrived. Amara on the screen from London where it was afternoon. A legal fellow who had been working on the family court research for a year.And at the round table, not behind the screen and not at the head: Killian and Elena who had driven from their apartment in the city. Kade, who had come from Georgetown the night before.Rosa arrived at nine-fifteen.She looked around the room and I saw her take it in. The people in it. The weight of what she was about to do.She was seventeen years old.She set her notebook on the table.She did not have a presentation. No slides. No visual aids. She had the argument and she had herself and she had sixty-two pages of work that she was going to present the way I had always pre

A New Direction

April arrived and Kade's list continued.We went to Maine.James's first crossing was complete. The span over the northern inlet. Steel and wood. The tidal zone design that had required the floating section idea he had arrived at in the Georgetown kitchen.We walked across it on a Saturday morning.The community on the island had been crossing it for three weeks. There were marks on the wood from the daily traffic of people who had been walking across a gap that had been a barrier for twelve years.James walked it with us.At the midpoint he stopped.He looked north toward the island. South toward the mainland."The view from the midpoint," Kade said, remembering."Yes," James said."You said the island to the north and the coast to the south," Kade said."Yes," James said."And the community on the island," Kade said."They have been using it," James said."I can see that," Kade said. He pointed at the surface marks."Twelve years," James said. "The gap was twelve years.""And you cl

When It Was Real

June and the summer recess.I did not go anywhere large this summer.The Maine crossing had been the trip and the Amalfi trip had been the year before and the summer offered something different.I worked at Columbia.The eighth and a half paper was building. The African Charter implementation was producing its first jurisdiction-specific challenges. The family court argument was complete and being circulated among the advocacy organizations.And I was home every evening.Not Georgetown. The brownstone.We had kept both. The Georgetown apartment for the term and the brownstone for the breaks. And now, with the court behind me and the Columbia work my primary commitment, the brownstone was home again in the way it had been before the Senate.The kitchen. The board. The three boards. The city outside the window.Kade was there every day.He had taken on a project. Not a company project. A personal one.He was reading through Madden's manuscript again. The four hundred and twenty-two pag

The First Case

September and the Columbia presentation was the official one.The full team. The legal fellows. Three advocacy organizations' senior attorneys. Senator Park via video from Washington. Clara via video from Chicago.Rosa presented for one hour and twenty minutes.The questions ran for another hour.She handled every question.Josephine asked the hardest one. She asked how the family court argument distinguished itself from the existing guardian ad litem framework that was already in place in most jurisdictions.Rosa said: The guardian ad litem is a creature of statute. The constitutional right I am arguing is not dependent on statute. A statutory program can be underfunded, discretionarily applied, or legislated away. A constitutional right cannot. The argument establishes the floor below which no statutory arrangement can fall.The floor below which no arrangement can fall.The room held that.Clara, on the screen from Chicago, said: That is the clearest statement of the purpose of con

The Builder

December arrived and the year closed with the family at the brownstone.Christmas. All of them. Eloise who had come from Provence. Killian and Elena and Rosa. James who had finished the second Maine crossing three weeks before and who arrived with photographs and structural reports he wanted Kade to read.Nora who came from the city with the third book, which was now an idea with thirty pages of notes that she showed me on Christmas Eve and which was about the children. Not children in the legal sense. The children she had grown up with. The children of this family who had grown up inside the work and who had become the next layer of it without anyone having planned it that way.Oliver who had been at the museum installation every day for a week because the second phase was nearly complete.Kade who had been reading Madden's manuscript and writing in his own notebook.Me.Christmas dinner was at the brownstone table that was not big enough and had the extension leaf in and chairs that

The Second Chair

Kade's book came out on a Thursday in October and the response was something neither of us had planned for.Not because the book was unexpected. The people who knew the family had known it was coming. Nora had talked about it in a podcast interview and the legal community had paid attention because anything connected to the access framework generated attention now.What we had not planned for was the specific audience it found.The book was not reviewed in the law journals. It was reviewed in the New York Times, in three literary magazines, and in a parenting publication that described it as the most honest account of what it means to build a life alongside someone building something significant.The parenting publication review was the one that produced the letters.Not to me. To Kade.Letters from people who had been the adjacent person. The one who made dinner while the argument was built. The one who drove the car. The one who held the foundation while the span was built on top of

Three To Zero

January arrived and the Eleventh Circuit oral argument was on a Wednesday morning in Atlanta.I flew down the night before.Not to be in the gallery. Rosa had asked me not to be in the gallery.She had said: If you are there I will see your face and I will know what you think of every answer Margaret gives and I need to be in the moment, not in your reaction to the moment.She was eighteen and she was already precise about the conditions under which she worked best.I said I would be in the city.She said: Close enough.I sat in a coffee shop three blocks from the courthouse and watched the clock.Margaret argued for thirty-five minutes.Rosa texted me from inside the gallery at two-minute intervals during the argument. Not descriptions of the argument. Status indicators.Good.Very good.The second judge is pressing on the Mathews test.Margaret is holding.Clean answer.I sat in the coffee shop with the texts arriving and drank two cups of coffee and did not look at my phone between

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