Growing up, I spent more time in court than many lawyers do their entire career.

My parents battled over child custody, visitation, and child support. I was shuttled in and out of family court like chattel. Those relentless, never-ending disputes were about me. They impacted my life and took their toll on me. But my voice didn’t matter at all—to my parents or to the court —and my opinions were meaningless.

Most children’s earliest memories are of spending time in the park or playing with friends, but I remember the sound of my Mary Jane shoes on the marble floors as I walked down the echoing hallways of the courthouse. I remember many talks in judge’s chambers during child custody hearings and many forced visits with mediators. I even remember being dragged into court on Christmas Eve, when most children were home waiting for Santa.

In each of these moments, I sensed that when I spoke, no one listened and that the judges and lawyers who were making these decisions were indifferent toward me. This feeling of being abandoned and completely ignored by the legal system planted the seeds of passion and determination that have shaped me. It rooted in me the idea that I would someday be a lawyer to help others have a voice, and it was only a matter of when. I pursued a legal education because I wanted to be the legal advocate that I wish I had had growing up.

76% of women stalked by a former intimate partner are murdered – I am the 24%!

In my adult life, I experienced domestic violence, stalking, cyberstalking, identity theft, and creditor abuse—all at the same time and the odds of my survival were not in my favor.

According to the National Center for Victims of Crime (NCVC); 76% of women stalked by a former intimate partner are murdered, and more than any other period in my life, I was in need of a lawyer to be my advocate. But I failed to find any who cared.

Sadly, the judges I met left me with the same feelings I’d had as a kid. Once again, the judicial system was making decisions about my life and I was trapped beneath their gavels, unable to protect myself. With no support forthcoming from the legal system, law enforcement, or victim advocates, I had to sever ties with my abuser by myself.

The odds were against me but I succeeded!

These experiences drove me to earn a law degree and pass the California bar exam on my first try — with a first-time pass rate of 43% for ABA law student graduates and a meager 9% pass rate for online law students like me– I beat the odds!

The old saying; “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” rings true here. I knew early on in my activism—all the way back when I was a child without a voice—that the missing link was my law license.

I am here now, intending to serve as the unconventional, determined and passionate advocate I’d always hoped to have on my side. I am pursuing “Moore Justice” for clients throughout the state of California and helping others to be “Moore Secure” as a Risk Management Consultant Worldwide because this is my passion—my life’s work.