The Real Stutterer Reads Aloud

I remember when I was the person on this jetty, the girl who was happiest when she was mute and terrified of reading aloud in class. I remember going to my first speech therapist when I was five and my last speech therapist when I was in my forties. The girl on the jetty will be a part of me as I read passages from The Ninth Day at the Oregon Jewish Museum on November 12th and at Powell’s Cedar Hills Crossing on November 15th, passages in which a stuttering teen struggles to spit out a cohere...