Covid-19 and Parenting Time (Access) April 8, 2020

Amanda’s Review of Children and Covid-19

Quick Statistics

·         Statistically, children have a much lower incidence of testing positive for the virus than adults

·         As of April 7, 2020 at 11 am, children under 19 are just 4.4% of the positive Covid-19 tests in Canada[1]

·         In Ontario, children under 19 are just 2.4% of the positive Covid-19 (same reference as above)

·         Lambton Public Health as no positive Covid-19 tests for children under 19 as of April 8, 2020

·         The Canadian Pediatric Society has published a document that asserts “children appear to have reduced severity of illness compared to adults”[2]

What Doctors are Saying

Sick Kids in Toronto has published a general overview regarding children and Covid-19[3]

Kids are getting COVID-19 but appear to be recovering from it well, according to Dr. Camille Sabella.  “Even the very young kids that we have from China, who were very young generally did very well,” he says. “Exactly why that is happening. I don’t think we have a good feel for that right now.”[4]

 A News Story with an Immuno-suppressed Child

The Today Show ran a story about a family whose 1 year old daughter tested positive for the virus.  Her parents reported that this little girl has had a history of requiring hospitalizations for the common cold and has asthma.  This little girl did have febrile seizures which may be a new symptom associated with the virus and children.  However, she rebounded extremely well and within one week was relatively back to normal.  More telling is that her five year old brother, has not shown any signs of the virus and his health has been relatively unaffected. [5]

What is the Court saying?

In summary, the Court has said that Covid-19 is not a reason to suspend, withhold or stop parenting time between children and their parents.

In the case of Riberio v Wright, the Court found

“…that “[i]t is in the child’s best interests to return to the equal time sharing schedule that has been in place for some time. The [father’s] proposal that the child remain with him for an indefinite period with only Facetime access to the mother is not in the child’s best interest. It disrupts the status quo and it signals to the child that the mother may not be capable of caring for her and keeping her safe.”

Here are the key points from cases across Ontario, as of March 31, 2020:

1.      Access Orders Should Be Followed for Children of Healthcare Workers

In a case where the mother works at Sunnybrook Hospital, the father refused to give the child to the mother until after the COVID-19 pandemic concluded. Dad based his unilateral decision on the mother’s occupation in a hospital and was concerned about her exposure and the possibility of Mom transmitting virus to daughter.

 Amanda’s Takeaways

It is not up to one parent to unilaterally decided to terminate the other’s parenting time because they are an essential service and therefore more likely to come into contact with the public. In fact, in this case, the Judge commented that Mom was probably more equipped with knowledge about exposure and safety protocols and therefore may have a greater ability to remain “safe” due to her employment in a health care setting.

2.  The Courts may Consequence Parties for Withholding After Pandemic Concludes

The Court noted that a denial of parenting time does not meet the test of what is an “emergency issue” that it Court will hear at this time. However, the presiding Judge in this matter did indicate that termination of all contact between the child and the father cannot be in the child’s best interest. The Judge also warned that the Court could later determine that the withholding parent was acting inappropriately. The Court emphasized that parties and counsel need to meaningfully communicate to resolve issues.

 Amanda’s Takeaways

When the Courts resume, if you have unilaterally choose to stop parenting time for your co-parent, the Court will take note of the decisions you made.  It is very possible – in fact you should expect – that the presiding Justice may come to the conclusion that your failure to prioritize your child’s relationship with the other parent may be much more indicative and telling of your ability to:

a.       make decisions in your child’s best interests;

b.      assess true and valid risk factors; and

c.       support and foster a healthy relationship between your child and the other parent.

3.      Childhood Illness and Lack of Social Distancing Not Enough to Suspend Access

The children had fevers while in their father’s care and he still took them to the store and to visit his elderly mother. Mom withheld children for next visit. The Court relied on following the status quo as reason enough to continue the regular parenting time. There was little reference made to the father’s choice to not strictly follow social distancing recommendations.

 Amanda’s Takeaways

Fever or childhood illness is not a reason to stop access or parenting time in light of Covid-19.  A parent who is alleged to not be in compliance with or following social distancing protocols is not a reason to stop parenting time.

4.      Now is NOT the time to Expand Access Even Though Everyone is Home

There was a final parenting Order already in place regarding their 10-year-old daughter whereby “the child shall spend half the March Break with each parent. In this instance, the presiding Justice indicated, this reference to “March Break” did not include the additional two weeks when school has been ordered closed by the Ontario Government from March 23 to April 5 this year and will not include any additional times that the Ontario Government closes school due to the COVID-19 virus.

 Amanda’s Takeaways

I understand that if both parents are home, now seems like a natural time to ask to expand your existing parenting time.  However, the reality is, if this is something you and your co-parent cannot agree to, it is certainly not something that a Court is going to entertain during this time.  Discuss with your co-parent in a respectful tone.  If they are unwilling to work with you, leave it alone.

CONCLUSION

 With the blanket waiver that I am not a medical doctor, epidemiologist, virologist or a scientist in any way, shape or form, here’s what I take away from the statistics on children and Covid-19:

1.       Children (those under 19) are testing positive much less than adults. 

This does not mean, they are not getting it.  We are all aware of the lack of tests available in our country and across the globe.  What I think it does indicate is that kids who may have the virus aren’t requiring urgent care or hospitalization – which would then lead to more positive tests being reported by public health officials.

This falls in line with what some doctors are saying, kids who do get the virus exhibit much milder symptoms than their adult counterparts.  They bounce back quicker and their symptoms seem to mimic a common cold or flu.  I read somewhere that there was a concern that children may test positive longer while asymptomatic which could mean that they have the potential to transmit the virus longer - but I can’t find the reference so I can’t verify this for you.

 We all worry about keeping our children healthy and safe.  However, if you are considering stopping your co-parent’s time with your kids because you are afraid your children are going to contract the virus, the medical statistics simply aren’t going to be the foundation for your argument. Further, it appears if your child has the virus, you may not even know!

 An excellent summary on this topic can be found at Caring for Kids – a website from the Canadian Pediatric Society: https://www.caringforkids.cps.ca/handouts/the-2019-novel-coronavirus-covid-19.  As well the Harvard Medical School website, has some excellent information:  https://hms.harvard.edu/news/covid-19-children.

 Our local Lambton Public Health has a page for parenting related questions.  Here’s the link: https://lambtonpublichealth.ca/2019-novel-coronavirus/parents/.

2.      It is far more important – at this time and having regard for the statistics regarding kids and Covid – that you pay attention to their mental health and wellness.

Kids like stability and predictable routines.  To suddenly stop their time with the other parent, indicates something is wrong and could instigate fear and anxiety for your child.  They have already had so much change, such as:

o   No more school or daycare;

o   No playdates;

o   No sporting or extracurricular activities;

o   Lack of contact with grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins; and

o   Parents who are at home and not at work; and

o   Tension in the home over financial concerns.

The more you keep their routine similar, the better they will fare.  Talk to them about the virus.  Again the Caring for Kids website, provides some assistance at:  https://www.caringforkids.cps.ca/handouts/disaster.  As well, so does Harvard Health Publishing has several resources on how to talk to kids about the virus and how to discuss these issues with kids.  Here’s the link: https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/how-to-talk-to-children-about-the-coronavirus-2020030719111.

Your children are likely a greater threat to adults - if they have the virus - than adults are to your children.

PLEASE REMEMBER

Make good decisions for your children.  How you manage these trying times can set a positive and healthy example for your children.  Remember, “progress, not perfection”.  Now is the time to show the respect and courtesy to your co-parent, regardless of what has happened historically.  Your kids are counting on you.

 Thanks so much for taking the time to read this.  Stay safe and healthy,

Mandy

Statistical References

[1] https://www.canada.ca/en/public-health/services/diseases/2019-novel-coronavirus-infection/health-professionals/epidemiological-summary-covid-19-cases.html?topic=tilelink#a3

[2] https://www.cps.ca/en/documents/position/current-epidemiology-and-guidance-for-covid-19-march-2020

[3] https://www.aboutkidshealth.ca/Article?contentid=3863&language=English

[4] https://winnipeg.citynews.ca/2020/03/11/what-you-need-to-know-about-covid-19-answers-to-your-questions-about-the-new-coronavirus/  AND https://my.clevelandclinic.org/staff/1643-camille-sabella

[5] https://www.today.com/health/kids-coronavirus-1-year-old-recovering-after-covid-19-diagnosis-t177203

Superior Court Justice Pazaratz releases Decision on Parenting Time (Access) Denial during COVID-19 Outbreak

SUPERIOR COURT DECISION - 24 March 2020

Good afternoon!

I will release a video later today discussing this. However, Justice Pazaratz has clearly stated that denying parenting time by relying upon “social distancing” is not condoned by the Courts. As I set out in my prior blog entry, unless there are exceptional health circumstances, parenting time must proceed!

COVID-19 and Co-Parenting

As Coronavirus makes it way into our corner of the world, parenting a child or children with someone you no longer live with is fresh territory.  I have already had calls about following Court Orders and cases where a parent is taking a position that the children stay in one home and away from the other’s household.

Let’s be clear.  In fact, let’s be crystal clear:

Covid-19 is 'not an excuse' to cut another parent out.

When the Courts re-open there will be hundreds of cases where one parent has opportunistically and without merit deprived the other parent of time with their children.  Your inability to determine what is a true emergency requiring quarantine will be scrutinized.  Your refusal to abide by existing Court Orders will be examined critically. 

If you don’t yet have a parenting Order, this is your time to shine and show the Courts that you can employ common sense and that you are willing to work with your co-parent, respect their relationship with your children and foster that relationship. 

I implore you to not utilize our public health emergency to try to vary your parenting orders as you wish.

Some of the unique circumstances that I can think of which may require a variation:

1. Children have just arrived home from a March Break holiday and are quarantined for fourteen days;

2. A parent is working in an essential service and a child is immunosuppressed;

3. A parent is immunosuppressed and the other parent is working in an essential service, thereby exposing children to the virus; and

4. A parent’s travel outside of your County for work which would expose him or her to a larger and new group of people.

Again, this is not an exhaustive list.  As with any family law issue, your particular family circumstances are unique and call for a detailed and hand crafted solution that meet your needs.

My advice to my clientele is that if you cannot maintain a parenting arrangement, Order or agreement, you need to make sure the other parent’s time is made up when it is safe to do so. 

In the interim, you should be arranging telephone calls and wherever possible Facetime, Skype or any other video calling applications.

"It is not about cutting that other parent out, it is about keeping everyone safe."

Your children do not have the cognitive and reasoning skills to understand what is going on.  It is your responsibility as a parent to keep them safe, calm and set an example for them of conflict resolution. 

If you are a client of AGFL, Tabindah and I have phone appointments available and should have our video-conferencing set up by next week.

Stay healthy!

Mandy

I am not a doctor, a virologist or public safety official.  These are my thoughts and I am awaiting confirmation from the appropriate specialists to confirm my position.  This is not intended to be legal advice for anyone who is not currently a client of Amanda Gaw Family Law.

Mediate don't Litigate!

When I was enrolled in law school, there was a concentrated effort to introduce us to “Alternative Dispute Resolution”.  I simply had no interest.  I was there to fulfill my dream of being a lawyer.  Lawyers go to Court, right?   They make their client’s case, they push for their client’s rights and they do so with righteous indignation! This was what I initially thought lawyering was about. I was more than somewhat naïve in this regard.

In 2004, the Law Society rules as to what “Students-at-Law” could do were much more permissive.  What this meant is that I could do almost anything but for trials.  I could, however, conduct Small Claims Court trials.  I quickly learned that my articling principal, Mr. Elliott was not about to coddle me.  I started my articles on a Monday and was immediately assigned two trials, scheduled in Small Claims Court that Friday. 

One of the trials proceeded that day and my client won!  This experience not only stoked my fire for the Courtroom; it set me upon a treadmill of litigation work that would consume the next few years of my life.  On account of the fact that Mr. Elliott was senior Counsel, I got to work on family files that dealt with complex legal and financial issues that a lawyer of my vintage normally wouldn’t touch. 

Shortly after my call to the bar, Mr. Elliott decided to “pack in” his practice of family law and I inherited roughly fifty of his family files.  I hit the ground running.  I did over twenty trials in the next four years.  I loved the adrenaline rush, the non-stop pace and intellectual stimulation but something felt off and I wasn’t sure what it was.  No one walks out of a family trial with a win - the family has already lost.  But the loss does not need to be pervasive and enduring for the rest of their lives.

As time progressed, no matter which spouse I represented, I began to recognize that both parties were good people who were absolutely terrified.  They had no control over what was happening to them. They didn’t know how much time they would have with their kids.  They didn’t know where they were going to live, much less how the income that floated one household was going to float two.  How would the bills get paid?

They were angry and upset over unmet expectations, the “failure” of their relationship and in many instances, they wanted to punish their spouse and make him or her pay for their disappointment and hurt.  On top of all that, add the $300+ hourly rate for each lawyer, a Court system with limited resources and Court time!  It’s a perfect storm or in my vernacular – a “trainwreck”.

I truly believe most parties involved in high conflict litigation are doing their best with the emotional resources that they have. Are they succeeding? Absolutely not! Does the Court process address the social and relationship issues that brings families to the Courtroom?  Absolutely not! Does our current Court model educate the parties as to how to deal with any future issues?  Nope!  In fact, litigation often aggravates an already fiery situation and decisions are made when the participants are mired in emotions like anger and grief - which interrupt their ability to think rationally.   

One night after hammering away in a trial all day, I was contemplating how ineffective a trial was to resolve family matters.  What would this couple do when there wasn’t a lawyer to write a snarky letter over the children being picked up at 7:00 p.m versus 7:30 p.m?  How was this couple ever going to arrange holidays and birthdays and vacations? They were so embroiled in their anger for each other, they couldn’t agree what day of the week it was! 

And at the conclusion of this particular trial, the Court, social workers and lawyers involved in the case were about to set this couple loose, where they would be left to their non-existent devices to work together in their children’s best interests.  Yet, over the three years they were in Court, they learned nothing.

Together or separated, conflict is inevitable and raising children is rife with tribulations and hard issues. Family law is vastly different from any other area of law.  The current litigation model does not serve these families in a holistic fashion and is not set up to do so.  Therefore their root issues remain and we see many families return to Court repeatedly because they are ignorant to any other way to sort out their troubles.      

Later that same month, a senior lawyer from London with whom I had a file asked me if I had ever considered becoming a mediator. Initially, I internally scoffed at the thought. I was a litigator!  Yet, I couldn’t let go of that nagging feeling that just maybe, mediation could provide families with another option.  Could it be a more solution focused answer rooted in empathy, mutual respect and problem solving?  I know it sounds so “kumbyah” but really, this constant battling in Court, was taking a personal toll.  More importantly, I recognized it was incredibly destructive for children. 

By the end of that week, I hesitantly enrolled in the first session available to become an accredited Mediator.  Over the next two years, I steadily completed the course work and did my 100 hour internship to satisfy the requirements of the Ontario Association of Family Mediators. I have now been a mediator for almost eight years –which is more than half the time I have practised law. 

It’s different work than litigation. In many ways, I find it much more challenging than litigation.  In litigation, I only have to deal with one party and the end result is determined by the Judge.  If I have prepared my case diligently – and I always do - I have done the very best I can and the result is out of my hands.

In mediation, I have two clients to manage.  I am solely responsible for guiding them to a resolution.  When a couple signs their Agreement, I find it so much more satisfying than finishing a trial! I feel like I really have helped them.  More importantly, I have educated them on different methods which they can employ to deal with the inevitable future they will face when raising children and teenagers.

Mediation is exceedingly superior to litigation – for families who have the ability to mediate.   The key difference I have observed, is that the family comes to the table with an attitude of “it’s us against the problem” versus heaping the problem onto the other party and believing it’s their sole responsibility to make it right. 

The other benefit is that a skilled mediator can help the family craft creative and flexible systems for parenting, support and asset division that a Court cannot do.  With mediation, you leave with a “domestic contract” - commonly referred to as a Separation Agreement.  This document contains binding terms that sort out the issues and which meet your family’s unique needs.  However, as I say to my families, the “deal” or contract has to be within the ballpark of fairness as set out by our current legislation.  This makes your contract durable and enforceable.

Mediation is also much more cost effective.  The fee for three sessions of mediation and a draft Separation Agreement is approximately $5000.00 (not including appraisals, pension valuations, and Harmonized Sales Taxes).  A retainer for Court room litigation with an experienced family lawyer is approximately $5000.00 and that money doesn’t get you very far into the process before it is time to replenish the retainer.

The most important benefit that mediation brings is the ability to actively restructure your family.  If you have children, regardless of the fact that you now live in two houses, you are still a family.  When you choose mediation, you are choosing a more focused and goal driven resolution.  If you have children this is particularly important.  Children need both parents.  They need you both there to celebrate their activities, their victories and to show up for the important moments in their little lives.  They need to know that you can all be in the same room without awkwardness or much worse, conflict.  They deserve this and it’s up to you as parents to provide this emotional security for them.

Parents are role models for their children - you are teaching them how to live life.  The very best lesson that they can learn from their parents’ divorce is that life changes, it’s full of  unanticipated and suprising twists and turns and it will be okay.  In life we should expect conflict to arise. We should know it can be successfully resolved.  Children learn coping mechanisms, resiliency and conflict resolution skills when they see their parents work together after separation.   This can empower them to deal with a range of issues over their life, such as the school yard bully, the difficult boss and their potential partner.  These powerful lessons will impact them for the balance of their life.  Parents have the ability to choose whether the lesson is positive or negative.

It is hard to move past such issues as parenting differences, infidelity and improvident spending.  I urge to put your children first, let go of your anger which is not serving you and move forward.  Don’t choose to let your past hurts and disappointments dictate your future.

Life is so very short and has so much to offer.  Every minute you spend in conflict, is robbing you of the peace and happiness your children and you so richly deserve.

Have a great week,

Mandy

January 13, 2019

2018 in Review - Part One – ADHD … and Me????

Preface

October is ADHD Awareness Month in Canada.  1 in 3 children have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and 1 in 4 adults have the disorder.  Many misconceptions still abound regarding what ADHD/ADD is and its causes.  I am one of the 4% of adults who live with this disorder.  I have chosen to share my story in honour of ADHD Awareness Month and hope that it may educate others about some of the struggles and blessings that ADHD creates and to inspire others to seek treatment.

This has been both the worst and best year, I have ever had professionally.  Personally, it has also been a real humdinger!  I thought I knew myself, what I wanted, how to get what I wanted and my core principles very well.  Hang onto your hats, 2018 has taught me that just when you think you’ve got it figured out, life has other plans for you.  For me, 2018 has proven itself to be all about change, growth and adaptation.  And I have struggled – oooooohhhh have I struggled!

In the fall of 2017, I found myself, overwhelmed and unable to work as well as I always had.  I was more forgetful that usual.  I couldn’t recall information as quickly as I was used to doing.  In fact, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t remember things.  I tried everything that always worked for me and I simply could not work.  I wasn’t leading my office, my office was leading me.  I was falling behind and my staff was left adrift and I didn’t know how to fix it. 

I think the situation in my office really created a tipping point which exacerbated my weaknesses, stretched my existing coping mechanisms to the breaking point and increased my anxiety to levels which rendered me paralyzed.

I have always been a “busy” person.  My Dad was perpetually frustrated with me and deemed me a “fiddler”.    I drove him crazy and he had no hesitation in expressing that to me.  There was always something in my hands, I paced incessantly, I moved seemingly without reason and would alternate between staying up all night because I couldn’t sleep and sleeping for hours at a time because I was overwhelmed and needed to just shut my brain off.  My ever positive and patient mother thought “…that’s just Mandy…” as she ran continued interference between my father and I.

I. Overthink. Everything.  And when I feel something distressing or joyful, the feelings are so intense, I can’t think of anything else.  If the feelings are centred in uncertainty, inadequacy and perceived rejection,  I feel as though my brain high-jacks me and I have zero control to stop this runaway train of thought. I need immediate resolution to the problem and if I’m not able to do so, I am thrown completely off.   This inability to shut off my brain makes me feel desperate and causes me anxiety and insomnia regularly.

I always knew I was kind of different.  When I think, I think in pictures.  It’s as if the main idea I am ruminating over is a big bright orange ball and shooting out from the ball are bolts of lightning which are the different pieces of information related to the main idea.  And I can see it all at once and assimilate it.  And when this is happening, I am rendered deaf and completely oblivious to whatever else is happening at that time.  Sometimes, I lose words to explain what I am thinking (aphasia).

In November, I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I say diagnosed but really it was re-diagnosed.  Apparently when I was four, the doctor “suggested” to my parents I was “hyper” and prescribed Ritalin.  My mom gave it to me for about six months and then decided that my symptoms subsided and I was never prescribed stimulant medication again until now…  

Throughout this process, I was also diagnosed as being “twice exceptional”.  I have an eidetic memory – which is commonly referred to as “photographic” and I have a high Intelligence Quotient.   This is what makes me “neuro-atypical” and is probably why I was never identified during my formal schooling because my ability to excel in school masked my ADHD symptoms. 

I have an undergraduate degree in Psychology matched with a deep appreciation, understanding and empathy for psychological and neurological anomalies.  However, to be diagnosed with something that has had such an effect on my professional and personal life, and to have had zero knowledge or appreciation that I possessed an impairment and the huge impact it has had on my daily life, simply blew me away.

In elementary and high school, I would lose marks on mathematics tests because, although I got the right answer to complex equations, I was unable to show my work and explain how I got the answer. In high school chemistry, I could see the covalent and ionic bonds in three-dimensional detail in my mind but I couldn’t reduce what I saw to writing, nor could I explain how I knew the answer.  Traditional evaluation methods didn’t necessarily work for me in science and mathematics and as such, my marks were all over the map and I shied away from these studies in my post-secondary education.

I have always struggled with anxiety.  In particular, I have horrible test taking anxiety.  I hate sitting still for more than half an hour.  I can’t ever recall a situation where I was not the first student to hand in my exam and leave the classroom.  As soon as I sit down, I have an overwhelming desire to flee.  I just want to escape the pressure.  However, as a female and a fairly, well behaved one at that, I was able to muster the ability to sit still in class – even though it killed me!

As a result of the recent testing, I now have independent proof that I process information extremely quickly.  I can read anything in seconds and understand and recall what I have read.  I can process the answer to a problem in minutes and I can record the answer on paper just as quickly – when not stressed.  Conversely, I do not consistently and reliably process oral information as well.  I have to be careful not to interrupt others when they are taking too long to get the point, lest I appear rude.  Often, I fail to hear what they are saying because I am already three steps ahead of them and analyzing the next logical step. 

I don’t like talking on the telephone because I can’t read the other person’s facial expressions and I miss some of the information being provided.  If I had a nickel for every time a close friend or family member is exasperated with me on the phone and asks if I am paying attention or what else I am simultaneously doing, I could have retired ten years ago!

As well, in my personal relationships, I can make up mind about issues quickly and am able to determine how I feel about something, what I want and the reasons for my decisions.  It is sometimes very difficult for me to understand why other people require time and space to process their own feelings or are confused or hesitant to make a decision when it seems so clear to me.  I remember begging my prior physician to prescribe me “…anything that will just slow me down.”

I struggled for years feeling as though my academic success was a fluke and outside of my control.  How important a particular class or subject was to me, could also impact my ability to think clearly and rationally and engage my natural process.   And often I couldn’t predict my success on a test because my anxiety would creep up when I least expected it and take control of my broken brain and render me inoperable. 

I have struggled with self esteem because my test taking success was consistently inconsistent.  I would either achieve near perfect scores or bare passes.  I can remember very early on in my scholastic career, wanting to raise my hand to answer the teacher’s question but not doing so because I was too afraid to be wrong and yet when the answer was revealed, nine times out of ten, I was right. 

It wasn’t until Law School that I began to realize the strength of my analytical and academic abilities.  This was largely on account of the fact that I was absolutely intrigued with law, was now an adult, had greater self confidence and was a smidge more self aware. 

More importantly, I was surrounded by wonderful law school teachers that encouraged me and praised me such as Professor Leigh West, Professor Brian Etherington, the Honourable Mr. Justice Douglas Phillips and Master Mary Jo Nolan (as she then was – later the Honourable Madam Justice Nolan).  These professors recognized my abilities, encouraged me and demanded nothing less than my very best and I was able to give it to them in an environment where I felt supported.  It was only during this period of time, I realized that just maybe, I wasn’t a fluke.  GO WINDSOR LAW!

And yet, if it wasn’t for my processing speed, my memory and my acute ability to recall detailed information quickly, I don’t think I would be able to have gotten through my undergraduate degrees, Law School and my Masters in Law.  Some specialists call ADHD a super power.    Others debate this positive spin because for many, it is debilitating and has a negative impact upon their lives.

While my diagnosis explains why I do what I do, how I do it and why I am successful professionally, it also explained some of the personal struggles I face such as why I don’t always catch subtle social cues, why I am so sensitive emotionally and why I feel everything just so deeply.  It explains why I have periods of extreme hyper-focus and periods of extremely unfocussed attention.  It explains why I alternate between extreme periods of physical activity such as pacing and why I can also sit down at my computer for twelve hours straight and feel as though I have been there for a mere hour.  

We are all imbued with different abilities and strengths.  For example, I am completely overwhelmed and unable to complete routine tasks that many people do without thinking.  It’s not that I am lazy - I simply don’t possess the basic executive function skills to complete these tasks.  My keen attention to detail and desire for cleanliness and order, interrupt my completion of the task because I get sidetracked, make the task over complicated and then become overwhelmed because I can’t do it “right”.  I then become angry and frustrated at my inability to do something so mundane and “simple” but to me it’s not simple and I can’t organize the steps to complete the task.

I suspect the amount of money I have wasted in food and ruined cookware would amount to thousands of dollars.  I start to cook for myself, wander off and two hours later am completely stunned to – again - smell burning food which has the consistency of charcoal.  I chastise and berate myself and can’t believe I have been so stupid.  And yet, I would repeat the same cycle on a weekly basis.  This is but one example of many of daily and routine tasks that I screw up.  Let’s not even discuss my driving abilities…

In order, to have the order and cleanliness that I have to have in my home, I have a wonderful housekeeper who cleans and organizes my living space.  I have a dog walker that helps me care for my beloved pets and ensures they get their daily exercise.  I have a gentleman that takes care of my yard work and gardening.  And more recently, I now order pre-made meals to have on hand so I can meet my nutritional goals and keep my kitchen smoke free. 

One of my closest friends and business partner, Josh, initially shook his head at me, suggested I was just lazy and loved to point out how much money I waste on these services.  When he moved three doors down from me, I think he gained a unique perspective on my inability to transcend these routine tasks, as characterized by his comment “I have no idea how you tie your own shoes.”  Spoiler alert - I wear slip-ons asshole. This sentiment was also shared  - and shared often - by my former partner, John, who proclaimed “You are the most brilliant person I have ever met and the dumbest person I have ever met. It’s mind boggling.” Ya, I gotta agree with you, a super duper mind boggler is the fact that I ever thought you and me was a good idea. Insert eye roll and Taylor Swift’s “We are Never Ever Getting Back Together.” All kidding aside, he will always be one of my favourite people and someone I deeply care and have affection for. :)

Having completed a series of psychological tests, I now know that my pre-frontal cortex is highly impaired.  This area of the brain is responsible for impulse control, judgment, attention, and emotional regulation.  It was explained to me, that if you compare a “regular” prefrontal cortex to a sparkly and glittering Christmas tree, my prefrontal cortex Christmas tree only has one or two lights on several strings of lights that are working.

Since I was a very young child, I would leave all of my assignments to the very last minute because only with that extreme time pressure and my desire to succeed and please my parents and teachers, could I manage to harness my runaway focus and attention to complete the task at hand.

My oldest childhood friend, Mike has always spoken lovingly of my “spontaneity”.  I now recall how I thought nothing of skipping school in high school to go shopping in London with my friend, Samia.  This seems to explain why my childhood best friend and university roommate Julie Anne and I were kicked out of the high school library for disrupting our peers, during exam time due to excessive giggling as a result of my impressions of our biology teacher – when we should have been studying.  Or how on a Saturday, I will go out to get groceries in Sarnia and find myself at Somerset Mall in Troy, Michigan.

To my university roommates, Sarah, Julie Anne and Lisa, I think we now know why I was more concerned with attending the Detroit Tigers’ Opening Day when my 30 page thesis on “Youth in Conflict with the Law” was due the next day and I had not yet started.   I think we know why I would initiate late night dance routines to Paul Simon’s “Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes” and why I would skip class to hang out with the Langdon Hall boys – Pete, Lorenzo, Tony, Steve and Scott – spending the day in an intensely boisterous and competitive card tournament of “Asshole”.  It also explains why I was very much like a groundhog in the Leddy Library at the University of Windsor, popping up out of my study carrel to see who was near as soon as I heard anyone walking by my study station.  In retrospect, this diagnosis explains a lot…

As I rose through higher academic levels, I refined my technique such that I knew, in order to write a research paper, I would have to complete the actual research sometime the week before a paper was due.  I would check out books, print off journal articles and acquire all the resource materials necessary to complete the paper.  Two days before – and candidly, on many occasions, only the day before - the paper was due - I would take twelve hours and read every last bit of material.  The night before the paper was due - and again, if I was entirely honest often the day of – I would begin writing the paper.  In the days before email submissions, I would triple the speed limit to get to the university, double park my car, screech into the Criminology department and drop the finished product off with the department secretary at 4:29 p.m. – one minute prior to the office closing for the day to meet the deadline.  And more often than not, I would secure an “A”.

This pattern persisted throughout Law School - only we often had 100% final exams.  Again, I refined my technique, such that the day before the exam, I would sit down with my text book, my case law and any notes that my classmates and I traded and I would read every last page.  I would write the exam and I would regurgitate every last bit of information onto the page and achieve the marks I wanted.

As a litigator, I do the same.  I read all of my client notes, all of the pleadings and when it is my turn for oral submissions in Court, I generally know my case inside and out and can answer the questions without reference to my file.

My high intelligence quotient, my fairly decent social skills and my eidetic memory masked the symptoms of my Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder throughout the entirety of my academic career.  Essentially, I produced and I produced at a top level. 

Upon starting the stimulants, my ability to focus is slowly returning.  My memory is coming back.  And I have a wonderful new staff complement with whom I have shared my unique working style and who are committed to working with me to optimize my production.

I am only now just realizing that I am one of the lucky ones who have this disorder.  My ADHD is a blessing more than a curse.  For me it allows me to work crazy and long hours without becoming tired.  I have more energy than most people.  I can work all day and night or work all day and socialize all night and get up the next day for work with a smile on my face and ready to roll up my sleeves and dive into the day.

The diagnosis has had an unintended benefit where, perhaps, for the first time in my life, I am more accepting of who I am.  Now that I have an explanation which I can cognitively understand and have identified why I do, what I do, I have learned new techniques to manage my forgetfulness.  I don’t berate myself as much because I understand that to some degree, it isn’t my fault.

I have been blessed with professionals who have been nothing short of fantastic to me this year.  My fabulously brilliant physician, Dr. Helen Rockwell has worked with me to adjust my medication dose, provide me with the appropriate referrals to manage my care and has listened to me drone on and at a very rapid speed. 

My caring, exceptional and patient counsellor, Laura Pageau has worked with me to help me develop self care routines, cognitive behavioural techniques to manage my ADHD and RSD (Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria) and compassion for myself. 

My office manager, Andrea Murphy who is so loyal to me, has been glued to my side and is always willing to try something new to help me improve my productivity, to pick me up when I am overwhelmed and to say to me “you got this” when I’m not certain I do. 

My close circle of friends, Carole, Josh and Keith have laughed with me, listened to me cry and kicked me in the ass when I needed it most.  And my Momma… the first person who ever loved me and my biggest champion who just accepts me and my crazy.

For the first time in my life, I know I am not crazy – I just have a broken brain – so to speak.  And yet my broken brain is perhaps one of my greatest strengths.  For the first time in my life, I feel somewhat at peace with myself.  I have answers to some of the questions that haunted me for so long and I no longer beat myself up because I don’t work like “others” and I don’t “feel” like others. I am learning to appreciate my uniqueness and how it permits me to... well just be me.

This is but one of the lessons I have learned in 2018.  Stay tuned for Part Two – Expect the Unexpected!

Helpful ADHD Sites:

https://www.additudemag.com/adhd-brain-prefrontal-cortex-attention-emotions/

https://www.healthline.com/health/adhd/best-jobs

https://www.webmd.com/add-adhd/rejection-sensitive-dysphoria#1

A Dog For All Seasons

A DOG FOR ALL SEASONS

Isn't that picture absolutely ridiculous and fabulous all at once?   I laugh everyday at the complete silliness of this portrait!  I can’t explain it, I'm simply fascinated by the way animals and humans communicate and the energy we share.  If I had unlimited resources, I would have a huge hobby farm and in my mind, it would look much like the storied farm from the novel, “Charlotte’s Web” with sheep, cats, ducks, pigs, chickens, cows, rabbits, guinea pigs, horses, goats and any other critter I could reasonably and responsibly house.  But I’m an “urban” girl and my farm dreams dashed for now, I have focused all of my love on one particular, attainable species and quite frankly, dogs are my thing.

My Spring - The Seeds of my Life Long Love Affair with Dogs Are Planted

One can hardly blame me, when I was about two years old, my Dad bought me a collie “Missy”.   Missy's residency, however, didn’t last long.  My parents worked shift work and then my middle sister came along and well Missy found a home with family friends - the Atkinsons - where I can report she stayed until her passing.   

I suspect I was about 3 and Mom and Dad brought a Chihuahua home, whom we named Ernie.  He was named after one half of the dynamic duo, Bert and Ernie because according to Mom, we watched an awful lot of Sesame Street at that time.  And then Ernie took a liking to – well there’s really no polite way to put this – shitting in my Dad’s shoes.  So, he obviously had to go because Big “T” (as my sisters and I referred to Dad in our teen and young adult years) was having none of that… er… crap.  By the way, Ernie too, went to another family friend’s home -the Richardsons - and he too, lived a ripe old life.  Apparently, he did not have the same proclivities for Dick’s shoes as he did for my father’s.

From the time I was about four until I was nineteen, my family was essentially dog-less.  Anyone affiliated with animal rescue agencies is probably breathing a sigh of relief right about now - all I can say is, it was a different time in the 1970’s as far as commitment to the family pet went.  All of the begging, pleading and cajoling I mustered could not change my parents’ firm and entrenched stance that we were NOT getting a dog.

While I was in my first year of university, second semester, my two younger sisters decided to bring home a mutt from the Pavey farm on Lasalle Line.  In order to get away with their audacious and flagrant breach of the house rules, they announced she was a Mother's Day gift for Mom.  What could Big T do?  He certainly didn’t raise three fools for daughters and my little sisters loop-holed the hell out of him!  Mom called her Brandy and she was part Shepherd, maybe part Collie.  She was this awkward, thin and kinda homely puppy and we all were in love – even Big T fell head over heels!

I don’t think a family could have loved that dog anymore and I’m happy to report she was never re-homed and lived with us until cancer took her.  My big, strong Dad cried for days after she died.  I remember him being embarrassed and blubbering at the kitchen table, saying “Jesus Christ, I didn’t cry this much when my mother died.”  Dogs do that to people.

The Summer of My Life – The Dog Days of Canine Love

In February of 1993 – at the ripe age of 21 - when I was in third year of university I became a “parent”.   I adopted a female Black Lab/German Shepherd mutt, whom I named Tucker.  Big T was so furious he could have chewed nails and spit rust.  My parents were baffled and could not understand why on earth, I would take on that expense when I was a full-time university student, renting a home and well, still a “dependent” myself.  The phone call was replete with raised voices and descriptions of my behaviour as “Impulsive!” and “Foolish!”.  This was peppered in between questions demanding to know “What are you thinking Amanda Elizabeth?” 

I’ll tell you what I was thinking – I was thinking I had waited my whole life to own my own dog and the time was now and there really was nothing very impulsive or foolish about it!  Pffffftttt - I put a whole day of pondering and searching for the perfect puppy into that decision - impulsive my ass!

And she was sweet, smart and goofy.  Tuck was my constant companion, we were inseparable - admittedly she had little say in the matter.  We did obedience classes – she was first in her class! I took her to work with me when I was on nights at the Ambassador Bridge and during the day she went to campus with me.  She was my furry security blanket and I loved that dog like no other.  And my family – especially my Dad – quickly succumbed to her charms.   When she died from leptospirosis unexpectedly and at age 4, I grieved for weeks.  I was simply devastated and left adrift without her. 

Tucker came at a time in my life, where I was gingerly dipping my toes into the pool of adulthood.   She marked the beginning of the creation of my independent adult life.  She was right there beside me when I studied for exams, when I was cranking out papers at the last minute, when my heart got broken from some trivial crush and when I worried I would never get into Law School and would never amount to much.  During the years, Tuck was with me, I graduated from university, started a Masters degree and got my first “real” job with Canada Customs.  And I was hooked, I knew for the rest of my adult life, however, painful the goodbye is, I would never be without a canine companion and confidante.

After Tucker’s passing, I got myself a purebred Black Lab and I called her Sophia.  When she was about a year old it became apparent that she had a degenerative eye condition and couldn’t see a bloody thing – which ultimately lead to some fear aggression.  Big T nick-named her “Magoo” – after the blind cartoon character.  And, I was terribly allergic to her - my asthma and allergies and hives were out of control.  But she was mine and I dealt with her issues and purchased copious amounts of antihistamines and asthma inhalers to deal with mine.  And when I finally got into Law School, my parents kept her for me during the week while I was away at school. 

When I brought Sophie the puppy home, I was wearing my water wings in the pool of adulthood.  I still hadn't settled on my "career".  Did I want to stay at Customs?  Did I want to train dogs for Customs? Did I want to be a Law Clerk?  Would I ever get into Law School? Should I go to Medical School?  My friends were busy getting married and having children and moving on with their lives and at that time I became pretty introverted.  I worked two full time jobs to pay back my student debt.  I lived at home and for a while I had my own house too.  I got my heart broken a couple more times.  I immersed myself in reading and studying law and spending time with beloved nephew and nieces.  It was a quiet and contemplative time. 

And then the unimaginable and unexpected happened, just six months after my graduation from Law School, my Dad died at 56.  Big T and I had an extremely conflicted relationship and to say we butt heads would be an understatement.  Yet, so much of my time and energy was devoted to earning his approval, respect, love and acceptance.  And when he died, the world as I had always known it, changed.  I asked myself all kinds of existential questions.   What am I doing here on this earth?  What is important to me?  Where was I going?  Do I even want to be a lawyer anymore?  Would getting my M.D. be a better fit for me?  And more importantly, I had no idea how I would navigate the world without my Dad to interpret and define it for me - even though our opinions were wildly disparate on many issues.  And if I wasn't hell bent on achieving "something" and becoming "someone" to prove him "wrong", what was the point of it all?  And I did all of that overthinking and grieving and pondering with Sophie by my side.  When it was time to again bid my beloved furry child farewell in 2006, Sophie had certainly done her job.  She saw me through that period of uncertainty and changing tides and was a constant source of comfort and warmth.

By this time, it was clear to me that I was completely unable to function without the pitter-patter of four paws in my home.  I knew what I had to do.  So, in early September of 2006, I got myself a white Golden Doodle pup, whom I named “Quinn” after the farming community where my maternal grandparents had lived in Kent County.

Water wings off and I am dog paddling in the deep end of the pool of adulthood!  I decided immediately that much like Tucker, Quinn would be coming everywhere with me.  This included my law office and continues to this day.  Quinn is the perfect dog, the kind you see in movies – usually.  She is quiet, well-mannered, gentle, soft and cuddly and just easy to be around.  She too – like Tucker – became my constant companion – and with the exception of actual Court attendances, where I went, she was. 

She came into my life when I was, well, a real "grown-up".   I was building my practice, living alone in an apartment, finding out who I was as a lawyer, deciding what I wanted for myself and trying to get my life nailed down.  During this period of time, I entered into a significant relationship and I got a bonus kid.  And then, that relationship, too had its own season and when it came to its end, I was devastated, feeling like I failed and that I was very unlovable and unworthy of anything.  And beside me, there was kind and gentle Quinn, sharing my bed with me, licking away my tears, happily eating the extra food that invariably comes when you’re cooking for one, nudging me to get out of bed in the morning and accompanying me to and from work.

In the spring of 2014, embracing my solo life, my impulsive nature succeeded once again.  I called the Kennel where Quinn came from and I ordered myself up another Golden Doodle pup.  My bonus kid, my Mom and my bonus Dad and I went and picked her up on July 4, 2014 and she joined me and Quinn on our summer seasonal adventure.

Uhhhhh… admittedly, this was not particularly well thought out on my part.  I was now carrying a full case load and was swamped with professional obligations, I was living in an apartment, I was still recovering from my shattered heart and this damn puppy was NUTS!  Harper – named after Harper Lee, the author of “To Kill A Mockingbird” – was almost unmanageable.  I took her to obedience school, I had trainers to the house, I bought and devoured books on dog training, I bought collars and electric fences and sprays and I almost burnt out my internet connection on google searches regarding dog behaviour.

She refused to stay in her crate - she chewed through the wooden spindles on the $700 luxury wooden crate I bought her.  She howled until she was hoarse.  She was stubborn about house training.  She jumped when I said sit and when I wanted her to move, she would plant herself down and obstinately stare me down.  She chewed up thousands of dollars of designer shoes.  She turned my office upside down and destroyed files stacked on the floor, waiting for me to work on.  The vet and the trainer diagnosed her with severe separation anxiety.  And when I would be at my absolute wit’s end and finally lose my mind and yell at her - in a misguided effort to scare and shame her into submission - she would just lock her gaze with mine and cock her head to the side curiously, as if to say “Wow, why are you losing your shit again?”  She was unflappable and unrepentant during those “loud” moments which would send Quinn scurrying for safety.

It had been my hope that the new pup would pick up on Quinn’s calm, secure and obedient demeanour and would follow suit.  Not Harper – she started bullying Quinn and insisting on walking in front of her to establish her dominance.  Unbelievably, Quinn started barking and misbehaving too!  Some days, Quinn seemed to glare at me angrily as if to say “What the "eff" have you done to us?”  And I wondered what I had done too.  But, I’m nothing if not determined and I slowly began to work with her and as she has gotten older, it has gotten better.  She’s still a work in progress and I am determined to make her my masterpiece.

You know it’s funny, in so many ways, as I reflect back, Harper is the furry embodiment of everything that I was feeling when she came home.  It’s no wonder she had separation anxiety, I had a pretty bad case of it myself.  Harper will be four this spring.  She and Quinn have settled into a canine relationship that reminds me of two loyal sisters who bicker and yet whom can’t stand to be apart.

As I creep closer to 50, Harper and Quinn to me represent the late summer season of my life.  A season that saw greater independence, pain, strength, perseverance, a re-organization of my priorities, professional and educational development, a shedding of those folks in my life that didn’t bring me joy and a celebration of those folks who do.  They represent the children I can’t and won’t have.

And more importantly, they are standing beside me as I slowly embrace and accept who I am and who I am not, what I will tolerate in my personal and intimate relationships and what I will not and the kind of lawyer I am and the kind of lawyer I am not.  They ground me, they remind me to live in the moment and when things are feeling really stressful and I see their goofy faces and wagging bums, I smile and remember that all stress is created in our own minds and not an actual event.

As I slip into the Indian Summer of my life, Quinn will be 12.  I know her time with me is coming to a close and a huge lump rises in my throat at the very thought.  And then, I stop and remind myself, that I have been absolutely blessed to have had 11 plus years with this wonderful creature who has enriched my life in so many ways.  Just like Tucker and Sophie, when it is her time to go, I will be heart broken and I will grieve.  More importantly I will be grateful that Quinn and I got to walk together for most of my summer season.  I will let her go when it’s time because she will have more than done her job and I won’t be able to bear her suffering.  I know that I have honoured her every single day and have not taken her for granted.  And until that day comes, I am going to cherish her, feed her too many treats, smuggle her into Canatara in the summer for swims and rub her belly every morning.

I'm now doing a pretty fabulous front crawl in the adulthood pool!  Sometimes I forget to breathe on every second stroke and sometimes, when it's time to do the flip-turn in order to keep my laps going, I screw that up too.   As, I prepare for my fall season, I can’t even begin to imagine what is coming next!  It’s scary and exhilarating.  And when Quinn’s journey with me ends, me and Harper, well, we’ll be ready for fall…

Have a great week,

Mandy

When they go low, we go high...

Everyone - and I mean everyone - has a moment where they have felt they were being treated unfairly.  The injustice of it all seems so inequitable and is often hurtful.  The one thing that the "wronged person" fails to understand, is that everyone has their own definition of what is fair or reasonable or just.

Clearly, there are situations where it is very evident that someone has been treated unfairly or even wrongly.  However, with respect, I think that those circumstances are less common then we think and usually are perception problem and miscommunication.  Often - especially with families and close relationships - a situation of unfairness arises out of misunderstanding, missed queues, unspoken words and people failing to have crucial conversations about what is important to them and what they expect or want or need.

As a family litigator,  I have seen pages upon pages of affidavit materials where one spouse sets out all of the misdeeds, unmet expectations and bad behaviour that they feel the other party engaged in or exhibited.  Sometimes, the lawyers who are acting for these people, don't vet their complaints - as I strongly believe we should - and this legally irrelevant material is now filed in Court and is a part of the public record.

Many parties feel shame and humiliation over behaviour that they may actually have engaged in - during a period of time when they simply were not at their best.  The quandry is whether or not the irrelevant material should be addressed and refuted - lest their silence be seen as acquiescence or acceptance of these allegations as fact.  The natural instinct is to engage in similar tactics and include a laundry list of complaints that the other party has engaged in.  However, to engage in the same behaviour, only serves to  move the case further down the rabbit hole of litigation and more importantly, further away from a cost efficient and timely settlement.  It is a waste of retainer money and Court resources.  More importantly, it does nothing to help your client move forward in a healthy way - it keeps them stuck.

I am far from perfect.  I am sure my colleagues could point out some points in some of my affidavits, where perhaps I have not been as diligent as I hope to be about not including emotional and accusatory statements.  But this year - more than ever - I intend to make it one of my goals to absolutely refrain from this kind of hurtful and non-productive conduct.

The fact of the matter is, that it is really easy to get "infected" by our client's emotions.  It's easy to follow their lead and to be angry at the treatment they received.  However, lawyers must remember that clients are hurt and worried and scared - and they simply aren't making good decisions sometimes.  They are worried that they are not going to see their children as much; they are worried that they are not going to have enough money to support themselves; they are sad that they have lost an intimate relationship and they are grieving.  Their conduct and decision making is often mired in fear and they rely upon us to be the voice of the reason.  More importantly, the Court relies upon us to provide legally relevant material to assist in making a just and appropriate decision.

It's easy to write an affidavit as a narrative and to slip in author or reporter mode.  What is harder, is to critically appraise the information provided by your client and weed out what is based in emotion and of no legal consequence.  As Counsel, I believe it is our duty to practise law responsibly and professionally.  It's more important to say, "Hey, I hear you and I understand that you are hurt.  Those kind of statements are not only legally irrelevant but also detract from the strength of your legitimate claims."  It's harder to write materials for our clients that are fact based and to analyze how the information they have provided supports their legal positions and to then make that nexus and present it to the presiding Justice.

And in my opinion, that is what sets apart strong lawyers from so-so lawyers.  Anyone can churn out a tale of woe.  It's important to push yourself - as Counsel - past the emotion you feel for your client and to do what they hired you to do - which is to apply the law and to protect and maximize their legal rights.

Michelle Obama - to me - is the epitome of grace and class.  She exudes leadership and intelligence together with a down to earth approach based upon common sense, kindness and compassion.  We should all be like Michelle Obama and rise above the pettiness and drama that we are faced with not only in family litigation but in day-to-day life.  GO HIGH, there is nothing extraordinary about saying low.

Have a great week,

Mandy

2018… already?

If you’re like me, you’re surprised and somewhat astonished that the new year has rolled around again – already!  A new year is often symbolic of resolutions, a fresh start and as Oprah said above, another chance to get it right.

Every year people make resolutions to improve themselves and set about lofty goals – that often are unmanageable and therefore the implementation and maintenance of these goals fail.  The fitness and diet industry alone thrive on the resultant cash injection into their businesses annually each January.  I can’t even begin to quantify the sums of money that I have… well donated.

When I reflect back on 2017 and the years that came before that one, I see that I have had a slow and progressive change in my professional and personal viewpoints that I think have made me not only a better person, but a better lawyer.  And, with this I realize that there is so much more for me to learn and do.

I have always loved to read and write.  Any kind of creative outlet, soothes my soul and brings me peace.  For the last twelve years that I have been practising law, I stopped all of my creative hobbies, in favour of practising law or thinking of practising law 24/7.  This has lead to poor health, neglected personal relationships, burnout at times, a general feeling of dissatisfaction and this recurring and pervasive question “Isn’t there more to life?”

A perfectionist by nature, the thought of publishing a blog – while intriguing – is scary.  What if my grammar isn’t absolutely perfect? What if people think I’m full of … well you know?  What if people criticize what I think or publish – ugh internet trolls are so disheartening.   However, I have decided that I will be brave and give it a go.  Worst case scenario, I fail, people may criticize me, I may have poor grammar and if so, I can always stop.  There comes a point where not trying something becomes more painful and scary than moving forward.  I think I am there…

I do think that there is a better way to practise family law and I have been trying to do so for some time.  Family law is a melange of social, psychological, interpersonal and complex legal issues that the current model of litigation doesn’t serve well.  That’s one reason I became a family mediator, in addition to being a family litigation lawyer.  I’m not saying that I have “the” answer, I just think that we – as a profession – and people can do better.

And so with that thought in mind, I intend to write and publish this blog weekly (maybe more often) and address a variety of psychological, social and legal issues that are involved in families and their restructuring post-separation.  As well, I suspect that from time to time, I will probably publish some articles that have little to do with family law and more to do with being better parents, better daughters and sons, better co-workers, better friends, better partners, better colleagues and just better people.  After all, we are fresh upon a new opportunity to get it right…  Happy New Year!!

Warmest wishes,

Mandy