Posts Tagged ‘law’

It’s been a while since I’ve written and I feel bad about it.  I started this blog to provide hope to people while gaining some clarity for myself.   Those goals haven’t changed.  I still need to write, and maybe others still need to read about what I’m going through.  So here I am. But why […]


Call me spoiled or criticize me for want of instant gratification, but I’m getting a bit tired of this reinvent myself, change my life thing.  Perhaps it’s because I’ve since been medicated, so life doesn’t seem so bad (read: misery is motivating).  My exasperation may also stem from talking to lots of people who all […]


Or at best, it’s a neutral tone.  Regardless, it isn’t chromatic. I returned to purgatory on Sunday night.  Good, in that I didn’t have too much time to anticipate my return to work; bad, in that I was returning to work.  Napa was truly wonderful, as any place with amazing food, good wine and beautiful […]


[Image via Manic World] On Saturday, Judith had me visualize a day in my life in the year 2020.   She had me look at myself in the mirror in the moments before leaving my home.  She had me see what I was wearing, get into my car, drive to my place of employment, say hello […]


It is never far into my workday before I think, “What the hell am I doing here??”  Maybe it’s when I witness some lawyers go on about how interesting a transaction is — and it is the same transaction that I view as a mind-numbingly boring, endless source of pain. Or maybe it’s when, after […]


This is hilarious. The ABA Journal’s Question of the Week, readers were asked to submit responses to the question, “What’s the most entertaining Hollywood-themed footnote you’ve read [in a judicial opinion]?” The winner came out of the 7th Circuit Court of Appeals: “The trial transcript quotes Ms. Hayden as saying Murphy called her a snitch […]


I am decidedly a-political. After Bush won his second reelection, I officially stopped giving a shit. Actually, that’s not true. After Bush won his second reelection, I just realized that I don’t have the stomach for politics. I care, but I can’t get too involved. When I do, there is angst. And tears. And agita. […]