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Over the holidays I have been reading, between wrapping packages, decorating the tree and visiting with friends and neighbors, the book, The Dyslexic Advantage:  Unlocking the Hidden Potential of the Dyslexic Brain,” by Brock L. Eide and Fernette F. Eide.  While reading this book I have yelled in enthusiasm, cried real tears, wondered what might have been, and have been sad and positive in the same moment.  It is a very positive book about dyslexia.  It’s about hope and opportunities for those that have this type of brain.  I’ll write more about this book in a future blog.  What i plan to write today is an individual’s background being a dyslexic–me.  Problems, hopes, techniques, the sadness of it all…

The earliest I remember being in school was in second grade in Harrison, New York.  I knew early on I was different–I had troubles with spelling words, with reading and in doing “my numbers.”  That’s all I remember of the class except that the female teacher was big.  Not fat, but a large grandmotherly type who was not friendly.  That’s what I remember.  I also remember wanting to do well.

Read all about it HERE, HERE and HERE

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