Before You Hit Record, Transparency Comes First

Stephen, a white man with light brown hair and black glasses, wears a pale blue shirt, blue tie, and black suit.By Stephen Domer

In recent months, several SaaS salespeople began our Zoom and Teams meetings online with what appeared to be additional invitees on the call. The additional invitees turned out to be recording features, but none of these salespeople provided advance warning nor did they request consent to record our calls. When I requested removal of any recording and transcription feature, at least one salesperson initially responded that their organization adds it to all calls by default and he did not know how to remove it. This experience raises important legal considerations, especially when none of the parties to the call or meeting adds the recording device.

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The Myth of No Bad Days

Nicole, a white women with brown hair, wears a black blouse and black blazer.By Nicole Ligon

By all outward measures, things have gone “right” in my life. I’m happily married to my best friend, and we share two wonderful children. I hold a tenure-track law professor position at Campbell Law School  – it’s my dream job, and the community here has warmly supported my growth as both a scholar and a teacher. Before that, I earned my J.D. from Duke Law School, served as an editor of the law review, practiced at a big law firm, and now count some of the world’s most generous, brilliant mentors among my greatest blessings. My CV reflects awards, publications, and invited talks. And yet, despite all of this, I often feel like I fooled everyone to get here.

There’s a persistent tension between how I appear to the world and how I feel inside. I spend so much time wondering how I came to be where I am that when something doesn’t go my way, I cling to it as confirmation of my self-doubt. Strangely, I never do the opposite. I don’t cling to accomplishments. I don’t let success reassure me. If anything, I explain it away: a fluke, luck, a clerical error, someone being kind.

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Real Property, Real People, Real Loss: Restoring The Communities We Call Home

Malia a white woman with blond hair, wears a white blouse and grey jacket.By Malia Williams 

Home is a simple yet altogether complicated topic for many.

Home may be where we were born and raised. It also may be discovered, unexpectedly, in a place we visited – one that, while we may have left it, never truly left us. Sometimes, it may even be found in the eyes of another person. If we are lucky, we may be able to call multiple places and people home. While the term carries with it varied meanings, the pursuit and care for it is ultimately a shared experience for us all.

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