When I was an awkward teenager and hugely embarrassed by everything my parents did, said or thought, my father did something unthinkable. He got drunk one night, slipped on a pavement, fell and broke his ankle. I was mortified.

But as embarrassed as I was, my mother’s sense of debilitating shame was disproportionate. She was so ashamed she kept wringing her hands wondering if she could ever show her face in our small town again...

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