“Lord, I offer this post to you, not a masterpiece, but a broken piece, to honor those, who through their broken gift, offer back a grace they cannot live without.” In my memory, I am trying real hard to coax a single word out of my voice box. The patient lady with the long jowls…
Tag: Stutter
Lap Time With Dad
“Ruk” “No, Kevin, it’s “t”ruk.” “Ruk” “Listen very carefully….T.t.t.t.t…ruk” “Ruk” “Can you say “T.?” “T” “Good, good, now “truck.” “Ruk” My father was a patient teacher. There on his lap, up in the ‘’off limits’ living area where my parents entertained guests. Sitting wide eyed, listening to him coach me in my diction. I was…
To Sir, with love 