ABOUT WENDI

Hi, I’m Wendi, managing partner at Southeastern Law — but don’t worry, I’m not that kind of attorney. I’m more T-shirt-and-jeans than power suit, more quick laugh than stiff handshake, and my clients will tell you they feel instantly at ease with me (possibly because I probably should have been a comedian–the student loans would have been cheaper). 

 

If you’re looking for a stuffy, holier-than-thou attorney… you’ve definitely taken a wrong turn on the internet. I’m the lawyer people call when they want help they can actually understand — and when they want to laugh at least twice during every interaction. A lot of what I do is serious, but that doesn’t mean I have to be. My clients know they can breathe, laugh, ask honest questions, and feel like real humans around me.

 

I focus my practice on basic and special needs estate planning, elder law, guardianships, conservatorships, and special education law — areas of work that grew directly from my own family story. I grew up with my Uncle Sutton who has cerebral palsy. Discovering a legal field devoted to supporting individuals with special needs--people just like him--felt like finding my calling. Over time, many families who first came to me for estate planning also needed help navigating the school system, which naturally led me into special education law. Through it all, Uncle Sutton has been a constant reminder of why this work matters. He has been the source of my passion for protecting people living with disabilities.

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I love breaking stereotypes about lawyers — I’m not stuffy, I don’t think I’m God, and I absolutely refuse to practice the Big Three:

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– Personal injury (“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”).
– Family law (because no one needs that kind of crazy in their life).
– Criminal law (I’m not going to the jail at 11 p.m., no thanks, 0 stars, do not recommend).

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When I’m not working, (not working? What is this thing of which you speak?) you can find me reading, obsessively completing jigsaw puzzles like it’s the Olympics or traveling to far-off places that remind me there’s an entire world outside my inbox and that don’t involve copiers that are smarter than me or random people telling me they have “just one quick question.”

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And if I really need to let off steam, you might catch me at Twin Ponds blowing s%*t up. Just know, if I’m ever arrested, the news article will probably use the words “arsenal” and “stockpile.” Don’t judge me!

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At home in Summerville, I live with my partner Mark and my two boxer “paw clerks,” Reginald T. Arbuckle III and Butchie Rodriguez See– the only coworkers who can get away with sleeping on the job.  You can find out more about them on their "About Me" pages.