I used to think that if I couldn’t remember something exactly, it didn’t deserve to be in my memoir. I was so wrong.

Shame thrives in the dark. But once we bring it into the light, it starts to lose its edge.

There’s a rhythm hidden in the way each person speaks. A kind of music that only they create. My job is to find it and ensure it remains consistent throughout every word that follows. Here’s how I do it.