The second of two posts about the time I was a teenage prime suspect, until I slid extravagantly off the Wanted List in my own tears and sighs… Read Part One here. In any event, I now understood why the police felt compelled to question me. My shock and profound hurt were not a
A couple of years ago I started writing a memoir called Hauled to the Bar: A Life in Law and Letters, in Spite of Myself. I haven’t worked on it much, partly because of the uncomfortable memories, such as the one below, that is meant to serve as the prologue. To make for easier readin
People who disappear without a trace. It’s a staple of thrillers in fiction and on-screen. Now the Supreme Court of Canada is getting in on the, uh, fun. But the thrilling aspect for lawyers is how the high court might parse the difference between a presumption of life and a presumpti