This is the only place for my kid. This is the place where he’s found himself.
This is the only place for my kid. This is the place where he’s found himself.
One time in class, I cried about the injustice of being dyslexic in this world. My teacher told me that she was going to make me a writer. She told me to pace around her classroom and talk to her about all the things I wished I was able to write over the years. She put the power back in my hands to be able to articulate myself using words, and I had gone my whole life without ever experiencing that.
