Author: Scott Edwards

Several years ago, over a decade now, two brothers went fishing on a small mountain lake in Northern Utah. The air was frigid and wind gusts effortlessly pushed their small fishing boat to and fro as they fished unsuccessfully. Soon

I remember like it was yesterday, although it was over twenty years ago. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how I felt when I learned my uncle had killed himself. The sadness and despair on my father’s face is imprinted in

Right or wrong, marijuana is here to stay. Legally. Washington has been on the forefront of the legalization of both medical and recreational marijuana use. Not only is the marijuana industry now both legal and mainstream—it’s thriving and unbelievably popular.

In just a few short weeks green leaves will turn to colorful oranges and yellows, the warm summer nights will become crisp and cool, and lazy cartoon mornings will become rushed and chaotic adventures. As much as it pains me

Not much! But I do know this, we as a society are, generally, preoccupied with body image. Our movies are, for the most part, filled with some of the most “beautiful” and “attractive” among us. Our magazines are filled with images

For thirteen long years you’ve waited for this night. Like most people your age, you’ve worked and studied hard. You’ve dedicated and applied yourself. Here you are, impatiently waiting to hear your name, to take your walk across your stage. To

Last year, on a late-summer afternoon my law partner Bill Thayer and I were driving back to our office following a work meeting. I was driving my full size Toyota Tundra truck and Bill was sitting in the passenger seat

Many persons in Washington are required to report child abuse and neglect. (RCW 26.44.030.) These persons include medical practitioners, nurses, dentists, social service counselors/therapist, school personnel, child care providers, law enforcement officers, and adults residing with a child suspected to

As a parent of four amazing children, scrapes, bruises, cuts, and sometimes even small burns are a regular part of our daily life. This is especially so in warmer months when the constant Northwest drizzle dissolves into daytime bike riding,

I remember the first time I stood before a judge. I was fresh out of law school, my suit jacket still pressed by the tailor who fit it to me. I nervously walked, beyond the “bar” (the physical threshold that divides the