Lori Duff Writes
Lest you think that all lawyers are boring and stuck up[1], the Georgia Bar is doing something fun on Twitter – they are having a March Madness-type bracket of 64 to determine the greatest legal movie of all time.[2] This is a fun little exercise, and I’m trying to vote in all the rounds. As…
When my anniversary comes this March, I will have been married 23 years. This means that my marriage is old enough to drink, though not old enough to get a discount on car insurance. I’ve been married so long it seems like the things that happened in my life prior to my husband’s involvement in…
Back in the day before microwaves and an entire aisle in the grocery store wasn’t dedicated to frozen meals of increasing gourmet pretensions, there was the TV Dinner. TV Dinners[1] were packaged and served on a divided foil plate. You had your meat, smothered in some kind of gravy or sauce, and decidedly not shaped…
In the past, I had two sweet little babies. As it turns out, I don’t have children anymore. I mean, I have offspring, but not children. My youngest turned 18 a few weeks ago. She’s excited about it. She no longer needs us to accompany her to the doctor. I can’t really stop her (though…
At the risk of sounding more get-off-my-lawn-y than usual, I want to lament the demise of research using books and paper. Don’t get me wrong – I appreciate the heck out of the internet. Just yesterday I was working on a writing project that took place on a specific date.[1] I started to write about…
In case you hadn’t noticed, it is now 2022. I saw on Twitter this morning that the release of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” was closer to D-Day than it is to now, and that makes me feel decrepit. It is the 51st time I have celebrated New Year’s Eve in some form or fashion, and, guessing…
Generally speaking, I’m not what you’d call fancy. If you have the misfortune of seeing me on the weekend you might think to yourself, “I mean, is she going out of her way to look bad? Did she look in her closet and find the sloppiest, most mismatched schmattas[1] she could locate and put them…
Hello dark, you’re not my friend. I can never remember which is daylight savings time – the fall back one or the spring forward one. Honestly, I don’t care which is which, I just wish we’d quit falling and springing, I don’t like either, they both give me jet lag. Whichever one makes high noon…
As a fifty-one year old woman, I don’t have a lot of use for penile enlargement supplements. As a person who posts pictures of her dog more often than her kids, I don’t need horse tack or kitty litter. As someone who has season tickets to the opera, it’s a good bet that I might…
My son turned twenty not too long ago, and my daughter is on the verge of eighteen. I talk about this an annoying amount because it means that in a matter of weeks I can count on my fingers, I won’t have (legal) children anymore. Oh, don’t get me wrong. There are bigger problems to…