Unlike what we see on t.v., silver-tongued, brash, flashy, charismatic lawyers, don't always do well in trial. Jurors assume we have been trained to manipulate and persuade them. They guard themselves against us. By gosh – they aren’t going to fall for those darned lawyer tricks!
The insurance companies have figured this out. Companies like Allstate keep stables of "in-house" lawyers on their payroll. Though some of them are skilled. Most of them are not. But don't take it from me.
Read MoreIn trial, David Ball’s rule is to spend less time on showing fault than proving loss. His point - we are not going to trial to simply get a verdict of responsibility. It isn't enough for a jury to tell the defendant "you did it." The jury needs to make things right. Our country has decided that isn't done with "an eye for an eye." Instead, the jury sets a money value that is needed for the plaintiff to get back to even.
The defense wants to turn the jury's attention away from making things right. It does this by making the jury's job complex. The defense will fight even those cases where fault should be crystal clear.
Read MoreA letter from Tom E:
Karen, you story reminds me of someone, equally devilish, who rammed a jury verdict right through my professional reputation 33 years ago, after I lost a supposedly unlosable case. Only it wasn’t a He. It was a she.
As the then City Attorney for Lake Forest Park, it was my duty to prosecute a gentlemen who was accused of unlawfully aiming and pointing a firearm, and attempted assault for throwing Ninja Stars. Seems he had challenged a patron of our City’s Dance Club – Fandango’s – to a Kung Fu fight in the parking lot. A fight witnessed by close to 100 patrons, all of whom were more than willing to testify the Defendant had indeed drawn a gun and thrown a Ninja Star.
Read MoreEvery once in awhile there will be a plaintiff who is almost saintly in their wonderful-ness. I remember one darling Grandmother. We all fell in love with her. When she scrunched up her cute little face and talked about her sadness, jurors weren't the only ones crying. Mary Anne was as perfect as they come.
With the occasional saintly exception, plaintiffs are human beings like the rest of us. Jurors don’t expect our clients to be perfect. When we try to prove they are, we set them up for failure.
Read MoreWe set the case up for disaster if we build it way up and ignore what the defense is going to do to it. This would be like a basketball coach only having the team practice offense.
Instead, the coach studies the opponent. Maybe sends out a scout. Watches film. Devises strategies. Has the team practice then implement them.
We've all heard the saying -sometimes, the best offense is a good defense.
Read MoreIf you are sitting in the audience, watching yourself give a presentation, would you be inspired and eager to hear more? Let's be frank here.
There is a tendency to focus on pleasing ourselves when we give a speech. Maybe it's because we need to do everything possible not to show our fear. Or we are trying to look good and smart. When we focus on self, we channel our energy and efforts away from our audience. In return, our audience will go to sleep.
Read MoreDowntown Salt Lake City feels like several different worlds. To the right and across the street is Temple Square complete with amazing church spires set within the background of a mountain range. I've never seen so many men in suits and ties.
To the right is the old Union Station which is now part of The Gateway. This is where all the shops are. A whole lot of 'em. And a movie theater. Not quite so buttoned up here. Don't feel quite so alien. Need to kill some time before the movie starts. So walk into Salon H20. Can't tell you how long it has been since I've been a salon. You'd feel sorry for me.
Read MoreAm late. The room is filled with female trial attorneys. We call ourselves WOW (Women of WSAJ). Am here to show moral support. Move to the rear of the room, grabbing a cluster of red grapes along the way. Take off puffy coat. Stand and listen.
About ten minutes later my phone rings. Go to silence it but see it is Cristina. Are you still in a meeting she says. I whisper yes. She promises to call later. Put it on silence. Another ten minutes pass. I see someone on the other side of the glass door. Break into huge smile. It is Cristina. She's surprised me by coming home from college (spring break) a day early.
Read MoreIt is freezing out here. The candles keep getting blown out by the frigid wind. We are huddled in puffy coats and blankets. Standing on the street corner where Kris's memorial lies. Feet away from where he was struck down in the middle of the street.
The family is accompanied by friends. A man who has Kris' heart. A cop and a lawyer.
Kris was killed when he was 20. Ten years ago. When my girls were 11, 10 and 7. They are his age now.
Read MoreFinish speech. Time to see the city that I've only seen through my hotel room.
Black knee length tights, racerback shirt, long-sleeve shirt, sunglasses, cap. Ipod. Grab a running map from the front desk. Turn left out the door. Blue skies. Probably around 70 degrees. A bit windy. Down two blocks on W Peachtree to 10th. Take a right and head for The Park. Pass cute little eateries with outdoor seats filled with those having a late lunch or afternoon snack. Too hot. Wiggle out of long sleeve while running (nice spectacle) and tie it around waist. Can’t help but smile. Left snow in Seattle.
Read MoreLast time I look at the clock before sleeping, it’s 3:30 am. That’s actually midnight-ish Seattle time and makes sense. Best way to avoid jet lag is simply to ignore the clock as much as possible until get home. Second best way is to mentally minus 3 hours for the next 2 days. Except for getting up. Have to get up in time to give speech. Set wake up for 8:00 am which is 5:00 but who’s keeping track.
Read MoreGet off the plane in Atlanta at 9:00 pm. We are at gate E1. Follow the sign that says Ground Transportation. And follow it and follow it. E1 is the far end of E. Down the hall Up the escalator. Down the hall. Finally get to D. Down the escalator. Down the hall. Up the escalator. Hey wait a minute. Realize should have gotten on the train. E is at one end - ground transportation at the total opposite. Get on crammed train. C, B, A, T then destination. Good thing got on the train. Get off train. Walk outside to the taxi stand.
Read MoreAm feeling like pious good mom. Am going with Noelle to see "Never Say Never" - the Justin Bieber movie. She's seen it once but wants me to see it with her.
We drive to Jimmy Johns. She gets tuna. I get veggie wrapped in a lettuce leaf. They make them both in two minutes flat. I give them a tip. They try to give it back because apparently they aren't allowed to have tips - why not who knows. Noelle sticks the wrapped tasty morsels in her purse. Has to crunch them up a little. Movie theater doesn't like healthy food.
Read MoreMost of us have no idea what the clerk and bailiff actually do. We suspect the Judge gives them instructions that they carry out. We tend to mix them up and view them as indistinguishable. But they are quite different.
In trial, the clerk is in charge of the physical trial exhibits and court documents. The bailiff takes care of the jury and courtroom set up.
Read MoreI’m happy today. Actually I’m just about always happy. I like being in this little cozy compartment with this dirty brown fuzzy pad in it. It smells nice. The music today is groovy. Yep. This is the life. Can’t wait to do whatever is going to happen next.
Wait. What’s that smell. Do I smell something different. Doesn’t smell just like car fumes and pavement. Sniff. Sniff. Oh my. Do I dare to dream. Yippee. Yes it is. It is! Oops. Sorry about that. I know she doesn’t like it when I bark in the car. But I know where we are. Oooh. Yay! I’m so happy.
Read MoreI'm breathing through the mouth. Because the nose is stuffed.
In the middle of four days of depositions in Vancouver WA. Get sick the night before I leave Seattle. For the first day pretend I'm just fine. This works only in my own mind.
We are in a large windowless court reporter's room in a converted machinery shop. Three tables are fashioned together. At one end sits the witness, the court reporter, me and the main defense lawyer Nic. Next to me is my wonderful co-counsel Gordon who has flown in from Wisconsin. Everyone else piles around down at the other end as far from the germ blower as they can be. There are anywhere from seven attorneys on up in that room, plus insurance folk, risk managers, the guardian.
Read MoreThe wind is whipping everything around. Including the rain banging against the windows. My Miami tan is covered in JBrand jeans, knee high flat boots, an H&M t shirt and a Donna Karan jacket I've had since the 90s that will never go out of style. All black of course.
Read MoreThe first book I read on my new Kindle (thanks Laurie and Greg), is The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
Set in the 60s in racist Jackson Mississippi, it weaves the tale of a White woman writer named Skeeter. Skeeter is a member of the White social clique, but begins to splinter off and away from her friends. She gravitates towards the Black maids, in part because she does not know what happened to her own (her mother plays a hand in this).
Read MoreRight through the side door, left at the street and another quick left on the outside of the hotel property line. That way I don't have to run through the pool sunbathers. Turn right and run along the boardwalk hugging the side that is sometimes covered in shade. There's not much of a wind and it is mid afternoon.
Read MoreI have an hour between meetings. Rush up to 11th floor. Toss on red bikini and gold flip flops (hey it’s Miami). Throw on shorts and black flowy t-shirt thing. Ipod. Kindle. AAJ logo beach bag with computer. Hat. Sunglasses. Rush back down. Walk under gorgeous canopy of palm trees leading to the pool. Grab towel. Traverse crowd on loungers surrounding pool. Keep walking out through little gate. Skim across promenade. Ahhh. Toes hit fine white warm sand.
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