Dedicated to Mrs. Thompson, my speech pathologist from 1980 to 1984, and to all speech pathologists who make a difference! Speaking can be hard... Growing up with a speech impediment shaped much of my early life in ways I did not fully understand at the time. Speaking clearly, something many take for granted, was a daily challenge for me. This blog shares my personal journey, the obstacles I faced, and how I learned to navigate a world where communication is key. Early Challe

In Griffin town, the name is carved in stone, A legacy of wealth, too widely known. But trace the thread of that forgotten ease, Back to the cypress swamps and whispering seas. The 1803 rice fields spread on Grand Sapelo’s ground, Where Thomas Spalding’s fortune could be found. His cotton bloomed from the soil of bitter pain, Watered by tears and soaked by ceaseless rain. Across the currents, in the fevered dark, They bore the chains, a single, broken ark. The Igbo came, thei