I sat dejected across from a man that had just interviewed me for three hours. The interview was for a job that I had thought was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Afterwards, I no longer cared whether I got it or not. In the three hours, I had spent more time convincing the interviewer of
Category: Stuttering
For most of my life, I cared what other people thought about the way I talk. The disjointed words and the ugly facial grimaces that came with or without the words from my mouth. I knew I was different than everyone else. Rather, how I talked was different than everyone else. Was the way it made
With two face masks on, a blue dress shirt, and a red skinny tie, I sat before an 80-inch screen as at least 15 faces stared back at me. The faces—a mix of peers, supervisors, and senior executives—weren’t aware of the courage that it took to stutter through my ten-minute presentation. While I spoke, I
I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. It had gained momentum during a whirlwind of change that seemed to happen all at once. There was little else that I felt more viscerally than finding the words to describe this urgency to write. Did anyone else experience this feeling? I thought, “I’ve never been a good
Every Waking Moment 