At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

than my attorney. We met monthly. He had become a mentor, someone who genuinely cared about protecting what mattered.

“You remind me why I went into law,” he told me last week. “To protect people who deserve protection.”

On my desk sat three things: a framed photo of my grandmother, Catherine Whitmore, 1942 to 2020; the quarterly earnings report from continue reading …