I believe that humor in all its forms is a handy weapon—a defense against unhappy, worrisome, aspects of life. It can be found in even the toughest situations if we look hard enough. And if we can find the courage to laugh at ourselves, all the better—it’s wildly therapeutic. That’s why I wrote Accidental Lawyer, to look back on a difficult time and see the humor. I practiced personal injury law on the streets of Baltimore for ten years. Being an ambulance chaser didn’t suit my professional or intellectual goals and it occasionally tugged at my ethics. A good sense of humor sprinkled with sarcasm and a hint of cynicism were my survival tools. The novel is a backhanded tribute to this profession and its unshakable stigma. It’s also a heartfelt bow to the otherwise, high-principled lawyers who wade in its murky waters. I live in the Baltimore suburbs with my husband in our partially empty nest. I have two accomplished daughters who make me proud every day. I consider myself a cool mom even though I drive a minivan, listen to a.m. radio and need help with my iPhone apps. When I’m not writing, reading or being sucked into social media, I watch sit coms and cooking shows, preferably with a chilled glass of pinot grigio at the end of a productive day.