By Frances Fenelon 

"Anything - just write about anything," entreated my partner, Eileen.  " For example, tell us about your first mistake."  So many.  Too many:  

• 37 days past service of Requests for Admission is too late to respond;
• Franklin, TN and Franklin County, TN are not one and the same, and are, in fact, many miles apart; and
• For pete's sake, do not appear at a docket call before Judge Maddux for a Judge Turnbull case.

Nothing, nothing reddens my ears more, however, than the memory of drinking a whiskey and Coke in front of the senior partners.  "If you don't like the taste of whiskey, don't drink it,"  they told me.  I tried whiskey and  Sprite but was soon discovered and outed with the feeling of shame just above showing up au naturel.  And so, I graduated to whiskey and water then on to whiskey straight - a feat admired by family and friends, a parlor trick, but one that I cannot easily forsake.  It is part of me, and now my preference.  Now I am set apart.  I am an attorney.  Lawyer.  Esquire.  Counselor.  I am an Officer of the Court, in heels, with a Jameson, on the rocks.