The Law School Transplant

I am getting to the regrettable point in every young woman’s life where all of her friends are simultaneously married off. I have good reason to think I should expect a barrage of fancily stamped, foiled, embossed and engraved invitations to land in my mailbox over the course of this summer.
Being a future lawyer, [...]

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True to the predictions of our groundhogs, it looks like we’re getting an early spring, as evidenced by today’s sunny, warm weather.
Before my very pregnant Entertainment Law professor arrived in class, I gave serious thought to ditching and enjoying the weather for a couple of hours. Not like I had anything specific in [...]

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Law school, being like high school, has its own unique set of social norms. Many are axiomatic: Don’t sleep with your classmates. Or with your professors, for that matter. Don’t say things that you don’t want everyone else to know (because they will find out). Just generally, don’t act like [...]

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My crochet skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past week. Keep in mind that prior to sitting down and devoting concerted efforts to this, my skills consisted solely of making scarves.
Observe: I can now crochet in a circle (left) and also make a granny square (right).
I am sure that my [...]

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My grandmother is crafty. My mom is crafty. My aunt is crafty. So naturally, they passed along that crafty gene on their X chromosome to me. However, no one in my family really crochets, so everything I learned about crocheting was passed on through informal lessons with a couple of friends. As a result, the [...]

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Well, y’all, it’s Groundhog Day. Lucky for us, for the first time in years, both the national groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, and our very own General Beauregard Lee, predicted an early spring. This comes as timely and welcome news, given yesterday’s winter weather fiasco.
I really have to wonder where this strange tradition began. [...]

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In the Deep South, if anyone even mentions the word “snow,” traffic on the interstate grinds to a halt and the grocery store shelves are instantly emptied of milk, bread, eggs, toilet paper and beer. Which really begs the question why people feel the need to make French toast and sit on the toilet [...]

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