Today am supposedly blasted by an old school rapper defendant who has been sued by two of my clients for alleged sexual assault. He doesn’t have his lawyer call me up or write a letter. Nope. He issues (drum roll) a personal attack press release. Which by the way gains very little traction surely to the dismay of his PR firm. Here’s what it says according to TMZ.Read More
One month after trial has ended - am still keyed up. Aggressive. Hostile. If you look at me the wrong way will absolutely light into you.
During our monthly firm meeting confess how mad I am still at the defense lawyers being mean to our plaintiffs. Can hardly stand to see their names even in emails.Read More
September 12, 2018
12.44 am Complete another deposition designation.
1:30 Conk out
7:00 Wake up. Today is marked off as a day I will not be working.
7:30 Return to computer on kitchen table and work. Massive trial paperwork deadlines due tomorrow.
9:00 Go for run with Nala because it is the only time that will be possible.Read More
The courtroom is filled with black and gray suits. Andrew is fiddling with the projector. Camera person sets up. Reporter sits down. I pull out my computer. Get it ready. The projector is a no go - but we've brought our own. Andrew switches them out. I plug in my computer. Mess around with the clicker. Battery works. But the back won't close. Ah. There it goes.
Click back and forth on a few slides. Works. Look up. Turn toward the back of the courtroom and see Cristina and Alysha. They've come to watch.Read More
The defense counsel writes to the Judge that I have displayed “histrionics and inflammatory rhetoric” in my legal argument.Read More
Dear mom. How's heaven.
I was in the newspaper today. You would have been delighted. You always enjoyed bad news more than the good.Read More
Once upon a time there was a lawyer who believed strongly in her clients' case. She fought hard. On the other side of the case was a defense lawyer she'd never met before. He didn't like her. He tried to bully her.Read More
Defense counsel and I walk up to the Taney County Courthouse in Missouri. There is a red sign in the middle of the entrance door that says no cell phones or other electronic devices allowed in building.Read More
uly 10, 2018.
1:30 pm Nala is stepping on my feet. She knows what the suitcase means. Looks mournfully at me as I walk out the door.Read More
I met Shellie 30 years ago when she was pregnant with her eldest daughter. We were both working at a hideously dysfunctional insurance defense firm. She wisely fled before I did.Read More
My website was old.
Ten years ago (at age 47 if you must know) finished my stint as President of the Washington State Trial Lawyers Association. Our organization had helped the citizens of our state survive two consecutive initiative battles - caps on medical negligence damages and a roll back of the Insurance Fair Conduct Act. We were bashed by the insurance industry in the process via millions in TV ads.
Took on the small personal mission of sharing the inner workings of life as a plaintiff lawyer. Hoping that through transparency, others might see that lawyers were real people too.Read More
Let me count the ways...
- Answered every question thoughtfully - including if there really was a man in the moon.
- Gave us puzzles and calendars featuring photos of sperm taken with his electron microscope
- Tucked us into bed every night. Then came back to check half an hour later to see if we were really asleep.
9-10:00 am perform office work with Nala in tow
10:00 – 11:15 teleconference with AAJ committee. Anne takes Nala for a walk and brings her back.
11:15 – 12:30 Meeting with co-counsel and new client who is in full rigid body brace. Nala tries to tip her over.
12:30 – 1:15 Put Nala in car. Head to court but first stop off at Whole Foods Interbay as frig is bare. Pick up fruit.
After Thanksgiving, my brother sisters and I decide to sort through the few remaining boxes of mom's things. The contents of two storage units and a condo have been reduced to a pile of certificates, photos, and little treasures. We are at Greg and Laurie's craftsman house. Sitting around the living room. Creating our respective piles.Read More
4:30 Slide sideways out of bed. Do everything necessary to get out of house.
5:15 Drop Nala off at downtown dog lounge.
5:45 Arrive at SeaTac. Park. Walk. Get thru security. Wait. Board.
7:00 Lift off. Eat lemon luna bar. Pull up P case on ipad. Exhibits have been loaded into Trialpad. Scroll through them. Nod off. Child kicks seat. Get back to work. Eat too many grapes.
Do you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
I leave Nala at home. Today is a half day mediation. At my office. We will be done by 1:00. I can then come home and let her out. She will be fine for four hours.
The mediation drags a bit. Colleen Barrett is the mediator. First time I've used her. She was a defense attorney. Had several cases against her. Always liked her.Read More
I haven't answered phone calls. Or returned emails or texts. I've just stayed in the cocoon of our close family. My sisters and brother, our children and in laws have been grieving together and working together in preparation for mom's celebration of life this weekend. It has all been quite hideous and wonderful all at the same time.Read More
This week we celebrated Clare's 30 years of service to the Washington State Association for Justice. I met Clare when it was named WSTLA - the trial lawyer's association. The entire time I've known her she's run the legal education department.
Of all the committees I've worked on over the years, WSTLA/WSAJ CLE was my favorite.Read More
Where the heck have I been. Well, I started writing a book. I write it mainly when on airplanes. Decided I wouldn't blog until the book was finished. But then changed my mind.
Since the last time I wrote here, we moved our office three miles down the street. We are in the top floor of a 1970s fishing company building that we bought and are in the process of refurbishing.Read More