When I was seven years old, my parents divorced. My mother loaded us kids into the van and moved us 3000 miles away. I never saw my father again. Ever. Later, whenever I would ask for something that we could not afford, Mom would explain that my father never paid his child support and I …
I am one of those lawyers who believes in sharing my own story with my client, in part because I want each one to understand that we have something in common, and in part because it makes it easier for them to share with me. The following is one of the many true stories that …
I began college when I was 16 years old, health before I actually graduated from high school. (Yes, years later, Vestal High School condescended to send me a diploma, but not until I had passed several courses at college to complete my high school prerequisites! Which my mother didn’t tell me about until many years …
I was once retained as an ethics expert in a big class action in Ocala federal district court, decease where the proposed plaintiff’s attorneys were split into two camps, struggling over which group was better qualified to represent the class action plaintiffs. For this hearing alone, the eight defense attorneys all sat in the jury box, …
I was 10 years old in 1967, and, courtesy of my grandfather, I owned five shares of Technical Tape Incorporated. All five of us, my younger sisters and my 31-year-old mother, were living with my grandparents back then, in New Rochelle, New York. This was maybe an hour outside of New York City. When my …
The judicial system is administered by human beings; human beings work in it and on it, and it is therefore permeated with human error and other less admirable human traits. If you imagine that it is fair and impartial and just, and that you can always get the right result if you go to court, then …
