For years, it was a fixture in my daily life. While it was certainly advantageous, it became a crutch -- a drug, if you will -- and I convinced myself that I could stop any time I wanted to. But, I couldn’t. Not in the last number of attempts, at least, which spanned over the... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a very visual person. Yet, while there certainly isn’t anything wrong with that, it has provided me with one major setback. Due to my speech impediment, if I were speaking with someone in person, I would need their visual attention. So, if whoever I’m speaking to... Continue Reading →
At this particular juncture, I had been writing about the Los Angeles Kings for nearly five years. The club had just come off its second Stanley Cup victory in three years and, shortly prior to that, I had moved into my first condo. Things were definitely looking up but, at the same time, it took... Continue Reading →
In addition to my stutter and depression, I also have social anxiety. It wasn’t always easy, especially when I covered such events as the NHL’s Stanley Cup Final or Toronto’s Rogers Cup.
Since I was seven years old, I have had a stutter. I never know what to say what to say when curious minds asked how it started, though.
I can’t pinpoint when it started or even offer a ballpark number. Some days, I think it started when I was 16. Maybe I was 12. Heck, I could have even been just a few years old, although I’m fairly confident in saying that it didn’t start that early.
