Growing up with a stutter was lonely and isolating. I lost my formative years to an unbearable social anxiety that denied me the opportunity to learn how to interact with others. I had friends. I played teams sports. I passed as socially fluent. I graduated college. And, I got my dream job. Yet, no one
Category: Writing
It was sink or swim, and storytelling was how I learned to swim. Dating sat atop my fear hierarchy like it does for many, but more so for me because of my stutter. Success at dating goes no further than first impressions, and in the age of swiping left or right—though before then as well—that means
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 