Years ago, in a pub dating back to 1003 AD in Winchester, England — you know, the kind with well-worn carpets and smoke-stained low ceilings — I shared an after-conference pint with an author in the field of restorative justice. I was a wet-behind-the-ears grad student doing research fieldwork, eager to publish. He was assembling a handbook on restorative justice and needed a chapter on the principles of engagement and empowerment. My grad school advisor, also in the mix that day, partnered with me on the piece. Kind as he was, he also gave me lead billing on authorship. (Isn’t it amazing when people root for your success? Honestly, he’s the best.)
