Introduction:
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After forty-three years practicing law, my retirement took effect on January 1, 2020. My career was bookended with service as a public defender, beginning with a few years in Spokane and Snohomish Counties and ending with my last fifteen years as a defender in King County. In the middle I enjoyed twenty-five years of private practice.
This blog will memorialize the very many highpoints of my career and the wonderful people I was privileged to know as colleagues and dear friends. Overall, my career has been deeply satisfying. My struggles were often rewarded with success, sometimes great and sometimes subtle. And when I lost, my efforts were, at least, recognized by my peers. I was fortunate to have clients who, by and large, appreciated my work. Some clients remain as friends. When the time comes, I will eagerly relive my treasured and sometimes crazy case adventures, and I will try to honor the people who so enriched my life professionally and personally.
Before sharing those positive memories, I must exorcise the demons of my last three-plus years of employment by King County Department of Public Defense. A corrupt and biased promotion process in 2016 drew me through a looking glass into a world I never imagined could exist in public defense. A lying misogynist manager was coddled, defended and promoted. Other participants and witnesses to the selection process were cowed into silence. DPD administrators orchestrated a coverup which in another context might constitute an obstruction of justice. After I discovered and publicized the gender disparity in TDAD promotions, I was subjected to investigation and retaliation by TDAD management. No matter how much proof I presented, DPD’s response to my allegations was no response. In the end, I failed to secure justice for myself or the other women harmed in the 2016 promotion. I do have facts, evidence, and the truth. And, I have this blog.
This blog is organic. It will develop over time and may shift directions.
The attorney in me insists I state that this blog expresses my opinions and personal conclusions based on documents I collected through public records requests, disclosures from DPD, and sworn depositions of witnesses. If you disagree with me, please let me know and explain why you think I am wrong.
I disabled comments for this blog because every message board or similar forum I have visited has been infected with trolls. However, reader feedback is appreciated and encouraged. If you have any comments, criticisms or questions about my posts, please contact me at the email address below.
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Searching for Our Last Dog
Our most beautiful Saint Bernard, Sasha, died in February, 2024. Our grief was huge. We thought we could never go through such sadness again. Sometimes we cried. Sometimes we sat silently, aware of the void she left in our home. An empty space where she used to lay by the big chair while we watched…
How to Exit – Grand and Brave
One of the friends I’ve made here in Durham is Bonnie, the owner of my favorite chocolate shop/bakery in town. Surprised? Didn’t think so. By “friend” in this case I mean we chat a long time when I drop in and she doesn’t have other customers. She works seven days a week so I’ve never…
Obits and Pieces – our next frontier – both Heaven and Hell
Death might be this: Science – whoever s/he is – says that energy just is. It isn’t created and can’t be destroyed. Energy transforms. Therefore, when we die, our life force doesn’t end. It can’t die because what is our life force but our energy? Everything that made us who we were is released into…

O Bits and Pieces
Pivot. I’m enjoying the last years of my life. Being old isn’t as bad as I feared. In fact, in many ways I’m happier now than in some of my earlier phases. I don’t know how long this stage will last, a day or twenty years. I know I’m not going to die young but…
Chapter 8: Lingers
I haven’t written here for about a year. I’ve joined some good folks in North Carolina in a fight to save the dwindling woods and open spaces from development. This cause of saving animal habitat and life giving woods has provided me with an outlet for my need to advocate and given me a new…
Chapter 7: Not personal -sexism. Personal – lies.
Prologue What you read here is my memoir. Memoirs are not autobiographies and they are not legal briefs. Memoirs are subjective accounts often written to help the authors understand significant, but confusing, events in their lives. Hoping this memoir, about a confusing chapter in my life, serves its purpose for me. Comments are very welcome.…