In Little Rock I met Anne, an attorney who loves to write. It occurred to me that many of the questions I get via email are about law, so I asked her if she’d be willing to write a legal column for the blog. She agreed.
Her column will run every Thursday and will be three-tiered. She will discuss the legal goings on of the last week, give a brief lesson in law (and how it relates to our movement), and then answer questions from the previous week. So if you guys have questions, go ahead and leave them here (or send them to email@example.com).
So let’s get to know Anne.
I’ve been a practicing attorney since 1988, 20 years of which was spent in a solo practice consisting mostly of appeals, civil litigation, property, probate, family, and juvenile matters. If you like what you read, please leave me a comment. I like dialog. If what you read pisses you off, you are required to leave a comment. I love debate, especially when reason is brought to bear. I shy away from arguments, though. Really. There’s a difference.
I look forward to the Zombie Apocalypse because I’m dying to know if George Romero was right.
My idea of hell is to be surrounded by incurious people. I’m a natural skeptic and a life-long atheist. I don’t remember ever believing in Santa Claus, although my sister and one of our friends tell me that I completely ruined Christmas for them forever when I confirmed my suspicions and reported back to the playroom. I don’t remember that. But, I am exactly the kind of person who, when in possession of exciting new knowledge, can’t wait to share it. I don’t doubt I ruined their childhoods with my unbridled intellectual triumph.
When I was about 9 years old I threw a fit because I thought church was stupid; fortunately my dad persuaded my mom to take my siblings to church while he and I stayed home to watch John Wayne and Henry Fonda movies almost every Sunday. Those men were something a girl could believe in. I miss my dad.
I love anthropology, paleontology, archaeology, and paleoarchaeology. I almost majored in anthropology and now I wish I had. Lawyers don’t get to study bonobos or dig for ardipithecus.
One more important thing: I am a serious fangirl of founding father George Mason. Sadly, my term ends this year, but for now I’m a member of the Board of Regents of Gunston Hall, George Mason’s historic home in Mason Neck, Virginia. If you don’t know who George Mason was, you owe it to yourself to look him up. He wrote the Virginia Declaration, which included a list of basic human rights that had never before been enumerated. He was a gentleman of the Enlightenment, completely self-educated, and one of the most respected of the delegates to the Constitutional Convention of 1787. He was one of three delegates to the convention who refused to sign the constitution because when it was approved by everyone else, it did not contain his Bill of Rights – those first ten amendments that guarantee the freedoms and rights we Americans think we enjoy to the exclusion of everyone else in the world. (Actually, most other countries have those rights, too, and some even have them more than we do – but George Mason started it.)
And if you ever read the Federalist Papers, you’ll note that despite his Christian-flavored deism, George Mason was absolutely adamant about separation of church and state. So, suck it, proclaimers of the US being a Christian nation: the Christian man who wrote the First Amendment said it wasn’t.
Give Anne a big welcome!