Mike Moiso

I almost didn’t become a lawyer. More than twenty years ago, my law school experience didn’t sell me on the possibility of practicing law. One of my classmates was so offended by my role in founding the ACLU chapter at my law school that he told me that he had turned me over to the IRS. “You’ve obviously got too much time on your hands,” he told me. As the mother of seven, going through my own nasty divorce, I was just doing what was before me to do. I wasn’t sure of the offense. I barely knew him or the other people I sat near as we quaked in our chairs, afraid we’d be called on and publicly humiliated. Somehow, instead of pulling together against the common “enemy”, we became isolated from each other.