With apologies to Harry Nilsson, one is NOT the loneliest number that you’ll ever do. Thanks to the “Solo and Small Firm Conference 2017” put on by the Law Society of Upper Canada this past Thursday, being a sole practitioner
Sunday morning at 5:00 a.m., this is the sign that greeted me as I stood at the elevators in my apartment building. All the elevators were out of service. I was headed downtown to participate in the annual Heart &
At the foot of the city, looking at Toronto from the Leslie Street Spit, my view encompasses hundreds of thousands of people, if not a million or more people all at once. A big picture. It’s a stark reminder, by
My office does not have four walls. My office does not have a door. My office does not even have a desk and a chair. My office is a small black bag from IKEA that I carry over my shoulder.
The changing face of justice. The view from Osgoode Hall, looking south to Queen Street. A quick trip to Divisional Court to file papers, this was my view as I left the building. The image of a woman sitting on