The Shame Game
Growing up on the east coast meant many things: Summer thunderstorms, fall leaves that just won’t quit, and the requisite 5th grade trip to Williamsburg, VA. You’d clutch your brown…
Our stories are what shape us into who we are. Here you will hear from admirable humans who have chosen to be vulnerable—a call to all of us to embrace exactly where we are—thankful for our past, but highly anticipatory of the future.
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