We have talked
Long and hard about the weather:
The white desert pools that resemble
Snow or water in the distance
We have watched the shrubs grow brown
From lack of water, frozen to a withering stage
We don't know when this happened,
When we talk these days, we tap our fingers
On the hot ice-edge of fear
It embraces us like a crystal shard, or mahogany arms on a soft backed chair
Gradually we are learning not to talk
But to watch the sky
As if we were somewhere else
Where there is a season for winter
And another season
When we will be free for words
Sheila Zamora separated from her husband in spring 1978. June 10th while picking up the boys from a visit with their father at the house they once shared. She was shot 4 times. A crime of passion in which a life...the life of a mother, daughter, sister, friend and mentor, ends. It is in her personal writings one discovers a soul searching to trust in a future...one not of violation....a desire for a relationship to and within her home...with her husband...her children...a desire to communicate both thoughts and feelings to those she loved. She knew her life-the final outcome. In 1978 judicial integration, case management was not conceivable. Today momentum is growing toward implementing the kind of standardized, integrated technological system that will improve access to justice for all. October is National Domestic Violence Month….Command judicial integration: Technology is not a luxury … it is a necessity to provide accessible, user-friendly courts the public has the right to expect: Essential to and for the well being of families and children.
