When I was pregnant with my children (not both at the same time of course) I spent the months counting down to my due date. It
seemed like it was forever away and I wondered if it would ever get here. For the past year, I’ve been covering the same story. For the last couple weeks, it’s all I’ve been doing. I watched as the weeks and months went by and the trial was set and reset and reset. Now it’s here. I dare to say the next few weeks will be interesting. Experience-wise, I’m sure I’ll learn a lot that will help me as I cover future court cases. I’m sure the trial is going to be exhaustive, though, and in the days leading up to jury selection, I’ve come to realize that I can only be certain of one thing: The unexpected. So, I’m getting ready to embark on perhaps the biggest assignment of my career. I’m still amazed that the bosses think I can handle it. They seem to have a confidence in me that I don’t have in myself. I’m a worrier. And the story that will be taking shape in the weeks and months to come remains an unknown. Sometimes I think a law degree would come in handy. At least then I’d know that Voir Dire isn’t pronounced Voy-eyer Dyer, but vwar deer. And a motion in limine is a motion in limb-in-knee, not lime-mine. I’ll get it eventually, I’m sure. Wish me luck! —
Mommy Dearest
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