My Story

About Alexis MooreGrowing 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 the family law courts like chattel. Those relentless, never-ending disputes were about me; they impacted my life and took their toll on me, yet my voice didn’t matter whatsoever. My opinions were meaningless.

While most childhood memories are of spending time in the park or playing with friends, 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, I was not being taken seriously; that my voice was not being heard; that the judges and lawyers who were making these decisions were indifferent towards 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 growing up.

Later in my adult life, my experiences with the courts and with lawyers further entrenched my passion to become an attorney. I experienced domestic violence, stalking, cyberabuse, identity theft and creditor abuse -- all at the same time -- at the hands of a former intimate partner. More than any other period in my life, I was in need of a lawyer to be my voice. But I failed to find any who cared; I didn't trust them. 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 left hanging 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.

All these experiences ignited a fire in my belly and drove me to earn a law degree, graduate and pass the bar exam on my first try.

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 caring, trustworthy attorney I'd always hoped to have on my side. I am pursuing “Moore Justice” for my clients because this is my passion – my life’s work.