You are citizens. Called together to render judgment. On a conflict which you are not involved in. For people whom you do not know. You have been taken away. From your businesses. From your families. Your lives have been disrupted. For a conflict which you are not involved in. And this case may only involve an injured hip. That might sound like the least glamorous...
My father and I, and everyone at Sweetser Law Office, are excited to announce the founding of the Sweetser Law Closing Argument Competition, in coordination with Gonzaga Law School. Sweetser Law's endowed gift will establish an annual skills-based oral advocacy competition for Gonzaga Law students that focuses on monetary damages in the civil justice system. Each year three participants are awarded...
Pain, especially pain that doesn't quit, changes a person. And rarely for the better. The consequences of persistent pain extend well beyond the agonizing sensations of pain itself. Unremitting pain robs a person of the ability to enjoy life, maintain important relationships, fulfill spousal and parental responsibilities, perform well at a job or work at all. Pain may be invisible but,...
It was an honor to be published in Trial News, by the Washington Association for Justice. It was also especially sweet to receive a personal note of thanks for writing the article from Paul Luvera, a Washington State trial attorney I have long followed and highly respect. Mr. Luvera is one of the most respected trial attorneys of our...
Everyone knows it takes money to go to trial. I'm here to tell you that you don't need a bunch of money to have excellent counsel or to have experts with lots of experience on your side. But you do need some things. First, you need courage. Second, you need to be able to trust...
The first time I stood in front of a jury, in a large superior courtroom in Spokane County, I was a younger lawyer with more energy than eloquence, more ambition than experience. I'll never forget the feeling as if my legs might give out and collapse as easily as the accordion files in my briefcase. My mouth...
