Those who are familiar with my professional life know that I defend the downtrodden and, in particular, rescue Damsels in Distress.
By Damsels in Distress, I mean young ladies primarily but not exclusively between the ages of 12 and 29 who have gotten involved with the wrong end of the criminal justice system.
They need assistance. They need legal advice. They need someone to come to their aid when they are being tormented by The Forces of Evil (i.e. police, prosecutors, probation officers, etc.)
(Our local courthouse – Damsel in Distress central!)
And sometimes, they need lunch, bless their little cotton socks.
On more than a few occasions, I have had the opportunity to have them join me when I visit the local cafe (i.e. ‘my office’).
For the first time, two have agreed to grace the pages of my blog.
Two of my favourite Damsels in Distress are BD and JT.
(At my ‘office’: BD – pouting somewhat, and JT – somewhat content)
I have to say right off the bat that neither of these charming young ladies has a criminal record. They were neither convicted nor found guilty of committing any kind of offence whatsoever. They did get into a wee bit of trouble but the matter against them was withdrawn.
Neither are they what I would call ‘regulars’ or ‘frequent flyers’ in our court system.
They are, in short, a couple of sweetie-pies.
(BD perks up after learning she’ll not be at one of Her Majesty’s guest houses)
BD and JT are the kinds of girls who sometimes find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Luckily for them, when something in their lives goes horribly wrong, they can (and do) contact me to help them out.
And it’s absolutely my pleasure to do so!






























(Here’s a shot of the lovely Shannon NOT coming to my rescue!)







































































(Darth Peanut!)



