The smell of burnt coffee and the sound of a court reporter’s keys are the only constants in my world. I watched a client lose their entire claim in the first ten minutes of a deposition because they ignored one simple rule about silence. They thought being honest meant being a waterfall of information. It…
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I smell the strong black coffee sitting on my desk, the only thing keeping me focused after a fourteen-hour session deconstructing a contract that was designed to be unreadable. I recently found the one clause that changed everything in that document, a hidden waiver of alimony tucked into an obscure attachment that the client had…
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I drink my coffee black because litigation has no room for sugar. I have seen parents treat their children like marital assets, similar to a 401k or a summer home. It is a mistake that ends in the judge’s chambers with a court-appointed guardian ad litem taking over your life. If you are reading this,…
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