My Father Called Me A Parasite In Court Until My Lawyer Placed A Sealed Envelope On The Bench

before she died, in a small office near Old Town Fairfax on a wet March afternoon when the Bradford pears were just beginning to smell sweet and rotten at the same time. She met me and her elder-law attorney, Janet Behrens, without my father. She had not excluded him from the broader estate planning process, but she had insisted on handling this portion continue reading …