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I wasn’t always a trademark lawyer.
I thought I wanted to be a doctor. But when I realized I don’t like blood, or Birkenstocks, and I act like a drunk when I don’t get enough sleep, I thought I should explore some other options…
Chef? Seamstress? Prime Minister? Ice cream tester?
My dilemma was solved in one evening with a fortune cookie that said, “You would make a good lawyer.”
Since cookies never lie, I headed to law school and landed a job as a fancy-pants Bay Street lawyer.
I stayed there for 10-years, but I never really fit. The small-town girl from Nova Scotia was screaming from inside to lose the stiff suit and fake smile. I don’t know why, but Toronto just didn’t appreciate the girl who will bring a bag of ice to the party and hang out in the kitchen the whole time.
Plus, life just isn’t about billable hours, or 12-hour days being worn like a badge of honor. It’s about connecting with real people and making a difference in someone’s life. Anyone’s life.
So, I packed my bags and headed back east where the warm people grow. I got side-tracked in Ottawa by a handsome German cabinet-maker, and this is where you can find me now. On a farm west of Ottawa, with my German, two semi-German baby boys, two dogs and a rafter of transient turkeys.
And when I’m not valiantly defending my clients’ trademarks and helping them expand to new markets, I’m happily spending my time mastering the art of schnitzel-making, teaching my boys to be super-heroes, and trying every day to live up to my fortune.