May 2009

Yesterday, while driving home from the mall with my daughters, they began fantasizing about the day that my older daughter would get her license (still four years off) so that they could go shopping together, sans mom.   My daughters then asked if I’d let them take the car to the mall or other destinations when

The Total Attorney’s Practice Management Association Get a Life conference begins this Wednesday, May 27 and continues through May 28.  There’s a great line up of speakers who don’t typically present at these kinds of events (at least, not all in one place!) including my colleague and friend Allison Shields and some fun activities as well. 

Many of you may know what it’s like to stand up when the jury verdict’s about to be read.  Your heart pounds, your palms sweat and you get weak in the knees.   The seconds seem like an eternity as you wait to learn the result.
Before I became a mom, I could think of nothing

This post was originally published May 17, 2009 and was updated May 9, 2022.

Many years ago, I posted at Legal Blogwatch about an ongoing lawsuit against biglaw firmChadbourne Park, alleging that Chadbourne engaged in deceptive practices and committedfraud for, among other things, billing the client $20,000 for online research services whenthe actual cost to

A few weeks back, a reader, discouraged after having failed the bar exam yet again, asked whether he should give up on his dream of starting his own practice.  Of the advice that I offered, what resonated most with the reader was my reminder that no matter how many times he passed the bar, once

Lawyers may not be fans of ratings systems, as I’ve posted previously.  But what lawyers, or bar associations think about ratings doesn’t matter, if clients think otherwise.  And as the Washington Post reports, increasingly, consumers are turning to ratings to make decisions about service providers like real estate agents, plumbers and movers.  Moreover, at

October 21, 1996 marks the day that I qualified to celebrate Mothers’ Day with the birth of my first daughter, Elana.  Exactly a week to the day of my daughter’s birth, I donned the one non-maternity work skirt that still fit me (albeit with the top button open), slipped a boxy red blazer over my