Happy 4th of July! But, seriously now, as I sat at the dinner table the other night (and a delicious dinner it was, too) with the Judge (my husband - semi-retired), and another judge (Judy - really, a real life Judge Judy), and my son and his wife (both lawyers), and listened to them talk about their cases and issues my stomach was doing flip-flops of anxiety just hearing about these problems 4rd or 5th hand (victim - to witness - to Judge - to law clerks - to me), and THAT is why I sing, compose, and make up silly performance bits for children and their parents. My mother taught me that it’s not nice to fight ... I made a terrible trial lawyer, a good research lawyer, but I make a much better singer and clown.

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