My dad was a stutterer, I’m a stutterer, and my daughter is a stutterer, too. If I’ve learned anything from our family club, it’s this: The most insidious thing about stuttering is that we think it’s our fault. Every time we open our mouths, we put pressure on ourselves to speak fluently—as if it’s a choice. If we were confined to a wheelchair, we wouldn’t blame ourselves for being unable to walk. It makes no sense for us to feel guilt and shame about stuttering We only get this one lifetime. Don’t cheat yourself out of speaking your mind. If you stutter—well, so what? The earth will continue to spin. Stutter boldly—and believe that what you have to say is worth waiting for.