This afternoon during jury selection for a murder trial, I sat for hours in the courtroom, heart racing, wondering whether I’d be called to serve. As the judge interviewed those ahead of me, I thought it’s not often we’re asked to state in a loud, clear voice, whether we’re married or not to a group of strangers. But in court today, it was one of the questions we were required to answer: Area of residence, occupation, marital status, occupation of spouse, number of children. The jury was chosen before the judge got around to me, and for so many reasons, I was thrilled.