Walk into a Massachusetts family courtroom and you'll see it: the same lawyers in front of the same judges, week after week. Many of them went to the same law school. Many of them belong to the same private clubs. Many of them used to be on the bench, or will be next. They know each other's kids' names. They don't know yours.
Meanwhile a regular family burns through its savings — sometimes its house, its retirement, its college fund — paying hourly rates so two attorneys can argue about whose turn it is to pick up a child from school. The longer the fight, the bigger the bill. Nobody inside the building has any reason to make it stop.
We're the parents who lived it. We document who did what, we organize, and we make the private business of family court a public conversation.