1983: Kathleen turns two. I dive into weeks of intense study for the bar exam. Then two days of testing at the convention center in Atlanta. It’s multiple choice one day and essays the next. I sit next to a guy who tells me he’s failed twice. Then the wait. Then walking the empty halls of some government building to the board where the results are posted. Ecstatic celebration to Prince’s Little Red Corvette. And dancing. I graduate in June. Kathleen and I move to a town house near Ansley Mall in Atlanta–five minutes from my parents’ house and one minute from my grandmother’s. I buy suits and start work in trusts and estates. Kathleen starts daycare at Little Paces Schoolhouse. On the last day of October, I’m one of six attorneys from our firm to attend oral arguments in the Supreme Court in the matter of Hishon v. King & Spalding, in which our firm is being sued by a former associate who is alleging she was discriminated against on the basis of her sex. I stay in Washington for the weekend–in Georgetown with my friend Amelia from law school. I buy my first real piece of art–a lithograph of trees I still own. Thanksgiving night, I have a date to see The Big Chill.

34 days to 60


Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver