Out of all my struggles, the hardest to talk about was my two-decade struggle with eating disorders.
In less than six months, I will turn sixty years old. I never dreamed that was possible in the abyss of drug and alcohol addiction.
I suspect that talking to your inner child is not something most males are comfortable with. Lawyers can be even more closed off to that process.
Winter 2004. Las Vegas. Miami. Los Angeles. All places that hide my secrets. Drugs delivered to my hotel room in Vegas. Coke deals done with quick hand-to-hand exchanges under the cover of darkness just feet from the calming waves of
I found myself losing hope every time I refreshed the John Hopkins COVID map.
We allowed our father to pass with as much dignity as is possible under the relentless assault of advancing dementia
We allowed our father to pass with as much dignity as is possible under the relentless assault of advancing dementia
I’m probably not the first law student to argue their first-year moot court intoxicated, but I’m probably in an elite group in that regard.
My quest to maintain a lifestyle wrapped around drugs and alcohol, dragged me down to become someone I never dreamed I’d be. An unethical lawyer.