I’m so honored to direct you to The Washington Post today where you can read a piece by yours truly.
I have so much to say about this piece. The more I write, the more I practice my craft, the more I edit, the more I leave off the page. I feel more about this moment in the ballet studio, and all the other moments that I’ve tried to forget, then I could ever convey succinctly. I have more thoughts about shame and how it happens and the havoc it brings.
And say more, I will. I’m sure.
But we have to start somewhere and so I start, today, with this story. I’d love if you’d visit my words over at On Parenting.