Maybe it was inevitable.

 

My parents are doctors. I grew up playing in the physician lounge while they handled patients in the emergency room next door. There was always an issue of the New England Journal of Medicine on our kitchen table, and talk of "going to the hospital" didn't inspire any particular dread.

 

My grandfather was a doctor, and my uncle, and my cousin. My sister and others in the family work in biotech.

 

I was never cut out for medical school, and I knew early on that writing and advocacy would be central to my career. So I chose the obvious alternative: putting doctors in jail as a federal prosecutor. Once the novelty faded and I saw the error of my ways, I started representing health care providers, medical technology companies, and others in government investigations, litigation, and trials.

 

This blog is a side project where I offer my thoughts on topics relating to health care fraud, kickbacks, and other high-stakes legal issues that come up in the business of fixing people. I may also muse on what I have learned about advocacy over twenty-plus years of arguing cases to judges, juries, and arbitrators from Santa Ana to Paris. I don't speak here on behalf of my clients or my law firm; I write mainly for myself--Scribo, ergo sum. If others read it, enjoy it, or find it useful, so much the better; I have learned to manage my own expectations.