When I was 25, I had my first real brush with real estate law—not in the classroom, not at work, but in my own family. My parents, who worked tirelessly to buy their modest home, were blindsided by a ...
Back in my country, my family’s house was our pride and joy. My father built it himself, brick by brick, and every inch of it held a memory. From the kitchen where my mother cooked her famous pozole ...