LD, Community Connection, Public Schools and the PTA


This is the question most asked of me by parents concerning their children with LD and special needs. It is that simple and that complex. I understand. I feel for them and I admire their determination. The love they have for their children is obvious. The hard road they walk to bring these children a better quality of life is often thankless. Often times parents/guardians feel that they are gaining little ground for their efforts.

I do not have all the answers. But, I know where to start. I believe networking can be such an amazing gift, unfortunately word of mouth will not get this in front of these families. We need to make it easy for families to find these resources. We need to bridge the gap between the education system and the resource-filled online disability communities.

If parents/guardians can connect with the amazing communities available and in turn read the outpouring of help and support, they will find assistance with 504/IEP, social connections with similar children, advocates, tutoring, life tips and emotional support for parents/guardians, just to name a few.

So where can this information be broadcast so it might reach these families on a mass level? My suggestion would be individual PTA social pages and directly on official public school and public school district web pages.

Simply paste the links in an easy to locate area designated as resources for children with special needs. Social communities with interactions should be at the users risk

The PTA was organized to better the lives of every child in education. The public school district and individual school web pages are available as a resource for the families of the children being educated. I say post a permanent link to amazing sites like the Decoding Dyslexia relevant for the area. Link the families in your school affected by autism to not just major communities like Autism Society of America and The National Autistic Society | – | autism | Asperger syndrome | but the smaller local sites that can more intimately address their communities needs. Learning Disabilities Association of America is a wonderful resource and accompanied with local resources where people can connect, disabilities become differences and differences can be embraced and explored within helpful communities.

When a parent or caregiver enters their child’s educational journey the tables turn. They go from knowing their child’s needs and meeting them to a completely different ballgame, often feeling overwhelmed by not only the academics but the social aspects as well.

I say give them a road map to success, having schools and PTA‘s provide links where they can make the connections relevant to families individual situations can accomplish this task. Bring the links to the families instead of having the families desperately looking for someone who may help. Your child’s mind is built like an academic scholar but they struggle socially due to the difference in the way their brain works from the average student? There are others out there, they are looking to share personal experiences with you. Your child has severe academic challenges? The tests are timed the environment is anti-productive for their learning style? There are methods that you have yet to learn, there are advocates to point you in the right direction.

Providing these links to the resources already available will stop the two step forwards one step back feeling so many parents/caregivers are drowning in. There are not enough on-site staff members to hold every families hand through this journey we call education. BUT, there are enough hands out there waiting to help, be a sounding board, and give you the knowledge and road miles they have already walked to help you get back to enjoying the amazing child you were blessed to guide to independence

I believe the education system was first designed to educate the masses. Bless all those who had that presumably insurmountable task and have taken societies thus far! Now let’s continue the evolution of our education by bridging the gap between families in need and the resources available, so that the needs of the minority can be met and each child’s potential is within reach. Let us provide links to the vast knowledge available and the kind hearts that have walked the hard miles and are willing to provide others with the help they are asking for.

I would like to see each school’s web page with links to appropriate disability organizations, advocates, local and online tutoring, and social pages for the emotional support of families with similar challenges. No parent/guardian should feel isolated and every child deserves the immense resources and research available.

Contact your child’s principal make a plea to the public school district and work with your local PTA to make these links available to those in need and the parents/guardians of the future.

If you know of a school that provides these links or have thoughts on this idea I would love to hear from you.

All the best,


Here’s to 2013 a Thank You from me to you

This year was filled with so many kind people, I know I could not have made it through without you!


Most of the year I was here

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Toothaches, kidneys and near death oh my!

From the local elementary school I caught a cold I thought was the flu

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Until the flu invaded and taught me the error of my assumption.



You were always there for me though.



Through the silence of my madness you were the perma-lift supporting my recovery!



I felt the beauty of your support and thank you all!

The highs and lows of my writing were celebrated and sympathized by all, I thank you for showing me



There were letters ending in Thank you, Best of luck, Best regards and my favorite Warm regards (not being sarcastic). I completely felt warmly regarded


and sallied forth with my writing career, eventually pulling a rabbit out of my hat.

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I was ecstatic to add playwright to my resume

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Okay, it wasn’t quite Shakespeare but I felt the love nonetheless!

Thank you DYSPLA,

DYSPLA Festival

Decoding Dyslexia and many others

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for ending the year with a bang!



There were parties I went to and new people I met.



There were great e-mails and new friendships made

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You will find us on life’s pier saluting the naysayers Braveheart style



With the year at an end, I have plenty to look forward to.


There are several projects on my table, some may cost me my life

Others may only leave me hungry.

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All in all, I am looking forward to 2014 and all mayhem these projects will bring.

Hope to see you there,






Maverick, Mother or Monster

Far away in a coffee shop rather close by, sat a young woman deciding her fate. Crouched in the shadows with a devilish look, his eye on her progress, existed the processing crook.

The young woman sat at her table sipping cappuccino and cursing the crook for the riot his presence unleashes.

There is a past to digest and a future to plan but the present is always in danger. Every moment slowly chips away until the crook holds all necessary fragments of her broken now.

Finding herself at the bottom of her class and the top of her misery she looks out the window connecting the shadows of the world, noting the unchecked space of the processing crooks realm.

His hand is in everything. My life is not worth the trouble of his unknown, she moans deep inside. I am not maverick, mother or monster. A more bitter taste there never was.

I am nothing, forgotten. A shell of a me that never will be. Her wordless thoughts coil then wrap around the shallow judgment of her depths.

“It’s time to play chess hisses the crook. We have a dance to continue. He reaches out quick as lightening, grabbing a bit of her mind. “This piece is for me,” he laughs. “Now what can you make with the rest?”

“I can jump to the left and come back with a right but you have taken my center and I am loosing this fight.”

Every patron looks on as she mumbles her words. The nonsense escapes, her efforts absurd. She thinks and she thinks unable to stop. Continually turning the problem of her.

With one last effort she thinks and she tries, coming up with a notion and finally sighs. “I’ll marry you crook, if you can loosen your grasp. I’ll be bound for eternity with no questions asked.”

“You’ll marry me?” His eyes widen with greed. “I will no longer steel if you will give to me free. We’ll have a big party and make all the vows. We’ll announce to the public and then make our bows.”

So she marries the crook and they live openly somehow. He becomes her sweet side kick showing her all the wonders he holds and often times how.

She cleans his house and launders his clothes. Often stopping to observe her fragments he keeps on his shelf.

They shimmer and gleam with worries gone by. The pieces all there with nothing to hide. Stacked in an order that still doesn’t make sense she looks and she looks but forbidden to touch.

The crook turns away one sunny bright day, finding few shadows but determined to play. The worlds finally changing, a true beginning – a new day. He looks back at her once and then at his shelf, then smiles through to his eyes that reflect the world all around.

“If you promise to wait I will show you my method of making sense of your thoughts that I keep on my shelf.”

Eager and curious the woman agrees looking out at the shadows cast from all me’s. No longer so young with the years that went by, finally content without asking why.

“They’re no use to me now. What need do I have? These things you have stacked are neither good or bad. I want you to know I’m carrying your child. I have found happiness with that and it is enough. You have taken from me what will never return, but I’ll wait as you say ready to learn.”

His smile gets wider as he thinks of her days roaming free from her worries, judgments and old ways. He walks back inside knowing she is ready to discover, all the wonders of her that were passed from her grandmother.

“You’re ready at last, your life will begin. Just watch what will happen when released from world’s sin.”

The crook reaches the shelf, the fragments all there. A lifetime of learning but very little wear. He sweeps them with one great swipe of his hands, they fall to the ground shattering to sand. Their flicker goes out their existence no more.

“Now look at your world don’t notice the floor. See if you notice the spark deep inside calling into existence that which the world wanted to hide. They knew not what to do with your creative soul so they taught you their methods and created that hole. The center that lives in you is there even now. You hid it away because they didn’t know how to teach and push you to your very best. But now you can achieve, like all the rest.”

The woman looks on with awe in her mind. The crook that she loathed was really quite kind. If she focused on her strengths and forgot all the rest, her focus would explode, she is really quite blessed.

“They told me to stay when I should have walked by. They told me my failures till I wanted to cry. The world did not know our ways and our methods. The fragments were theirs this whole time. You stole the bits that would never make sense then reconstructed the pieces of my past tense. You have shown me how to look at the problems in sight without all the nonsense, I will turn out all right.”

The crook now looked at her with a boyish type grin. “I have shown you the answers and have treated you right. You needed only to give up the meaningless fight. It wasn’t my doing that made your life that way. The others were responsible for the way things lay.

They pushed and they hollered and presented all wrong the keys to your life, but look at you now, you’re stronger by far. With your mind as intended creative and sure.

I was born with great influence from the very start. There are more of us out there waiting to be part. Their tune is truly brilliant if given a chance. We’ll set out and find them and make this alright, until the world see’s our purpose and it can take flight.”

The woman held tight to the thought of her infant’s coming years. “I can learn all I need you’ve shown me how, thank you for blessings that I can see now. I will pass it all on to our child so she will have nothing to hide. I will open my potential and be more than just mom. I will march in your army singing our song.”

Kellee Farr


Maverick, Mother or Monster was rewritten as a play and preformed at the DYSPLA Festival at the  Camden Peoples Theatre  London, England.

Directed by the amazing

Caglar Kimyoncu (Director, Maverick, Mother, or Monster) is a digital and video artist as well as curator and arts consultant. In the past fifteen years, he has collaborated with artists in a variety of media, including film and video production, website design, theatre sceneography, video and photo documentary, and script development. His practice includes collaborating with and mentoring artists, consulting with international arts organisations and film festivals, and curating digital arts.

His continuing interest is in alternative representations of excluded voices, voices perceived as “other”, whether they be from a sexual, gender, disability or ethnic perspective.

Caglar recently completed COnscription, his first solo exhibition in East London, at the Old Truman Brewery, in May 2013. The project was based on factual research and aimed to promote awareness and discussion around the issues faced by people (including LGBTQ people, disabled people and conscientious objectors) in Turkey and, tangentially, in other countries with conscription. As part of the exhibition, he created a four-channel film using my ‘no-script’ approach with the actors, and exploring collaborative improvisational techniques from start to finish with the whole team.

COnscription was funded by Arts Council England and produced by Filmpro, in partnership with War Resisters International.

Caglar is also the Founder and Artistic Director of Filmpro ltd, a disabled-led film and digital art agency. Filmpro’s mission is to extend the ways of making and experiencing film and digital art, and the diversity and openness of the arts sector. Follow @_caglark

The talented Rachel Waring preforming the play version of Maverick, Mother or Monster. Photo courtesy of the DYSPLA Facebook page.


Rachel Waring (Actress, Monsters, Mavericks, Mothers) is a stage and screen actress who studied at The Royal Central School of Speech and Drama. Early in this year, Rachel played The Artful Dodger in the European tour of Oliver Twist. This summer, she has been playing Anne Page from The Merry Wives of Windsor with The Oxford Shakespeare Company. Additionally, this summer, not only was her short filmLong Walk Home by Sameer Patel included in the official selection at Rain Dance, but also she celebrated her debut in the feature film, 2012 Fright Fest Headliner The Seasoning House by Paul Hyett.


Lennie Varvarides (Founder/Festival Producer) cannot follow rules, she breaks them like cheap plastic cutlery that will not bend. ‘No’ is a word that sits uncomfortably on her tongue and when she gets an idea in her head, it is impossible to slow her down.  She makes things happen fast and often with no resources because she believes that anything is possible. There is fire in her belly and you know what that means–it’s burning! Follow @msft_production


Kazimir Bielecki (Multimedia Arts Director) is a visual storyteller who enjoys looking at things and replicating dreams. The Creative Director of successful production agency bielecki&bielecka, Kazimir is continuing to explore all aspects visual storymaking. Follow @bielandbiel


Amy Schulz (Website Guru) is happily married, living in Florida, and pet-mama to four “furkids” named Olive, Cassie, Millie, and Baby. She designs and develops websites for a living, and is also an actress and Master Acting Class Graduate of The Burt Reynolds Institute For Film & Theatre (BRIFT). Check out her websites at amyhoerler.com and amyschulz.com to learn more. Follow @amyhoerler


Rachel Creeger (Production Manager) is a writer/director from the Orthodox Jewish Community, and to her knowledge, the only writer from her background creating mainstream theatre in London. Her production company Time2Shine helps community groups to devise original work from concept to performance. Personal credits include An Insomniac’s Guide To Ambulances (The Gatehouse), ESTHER! The Musical(Artsdepot), Staffroom and Paying Attention (Tristan Bates Theatre), plus many commissioned plays for children. She regularly directs new writing for MSFT and production manages the DYSPLA Festival. She was also part of the team behind the highly acclaimed Othello at the Bussey Building. She hosts comedy nights and writes for and performs with vocal harmony group Kol Sheva. Rachel is currently on an arts secondment at the LJCC, focusing on projects including the Hampstead & Highgate Literary Festival, Poetry In The Park, and The FUSION Children’s Programme. Follow @Time2Shineprods


Eleanor Wdowski (Set Designer) is a theatre based set and costume designer. She has delivered designs for past productions including Hansel and Gretel (Clonter Opera, 2012), Story of a Mother (Battersea Arts Centre, 2010) and Cosi Fan Tutte (Clonter Opera, 2010). Set design credits also include A Dream Across The Ocean (Hackney Empire, 2013). For the Galleon Theatre Company at Greenwich Playhouse she has designed costumes for Hamlet (2011), A Woman of No Importance (2011), and The Cherry Orchard (2010). Her design for Hansel and Gretel was nominated for Best Design at Manchester Theatre Awards earlier this year.

Eleanor studied at Wimbledon School of Art where she attained a First Class Degree in Theatre ‘Design for Performance’ along with winning the Vice Chancellors prize 2008. As part of theatre duo ‘Hellcat Productions’ on graduating, she co-devised ‘Guts for Garters’ (The Rest is Noise, 2009), ‘La Prima Donna’ (Latitude Festival, 2009) and ‘Lift and Separate’ (V&A Museum, 2008).

Eleanor is delighted to be a part of the DYSPLA Festival this year.


Camille Lesaffre (Theatre Tech)


Alexia Morris (MUA) is a professional makeup artist with a degree in Media Studies at the London College of Fashion and University of Arts.

She specialized in makeup & hair for TV, film, theatre, catwalk, photography and body painting where she loved being able to escape into the world of art and challege her creativity.

When she finished her studies, she joined Rachel’s School of Theatre running make-up workshops for children; where she had volunteered as a drama tutor; inspiring young students on how to apply make up, encourage and incorporate it into theatre. In addition to teaching she worked with make up , costume and hair at the Brixton theatre where she developed. She also made a student film for Cannes Festival working as a make-up assistant and BT Christmas Carol concert at the Royal Albert Hall as a make-up designer. She decided it was time for a change of scenery and moved around the country to work at the BBC in Cardiff (Wales) and the BBC Pebble Mill (Birmingham) as a costume & make-up designer.

Her professional experience includes working as a make up and costume designer and her work is exclusively created for professionals within the beauty and wellness industries. She can be contacted on alexiamorris@icloud.com


Sam Barclay (Printed DYSPLA Festival Flyer Designer)


Anna-Maria Georgiades (Office Manager) was born and raised in Australia. At the age of 12, she and her family moved to Cyprus, where she discovered her passion for acting. She studied acting for three years at Vladimiros Kafkarides Drama School. In 2007, she moved to London to pursue further training and work. She attended the Giles Foreman Centre for Acting (formerly Caravanserai) for three years and the PEM (Perdekamp Emotional Method) training workshops. She has appeared on TV and stage in Cyprus, most recently on stage at Theatro Technis in Grey Foam. During the summer, she played three parts in Nuclear Winter, which was part of the Camden Fringe Festival. In December, she will be appearing in Federico Garcia Lorca’s Yerma at The Lord Stanley. Follow @_ahmg_


Paul Anthony Drury (PR Consultant) Action at the intersection of art and advertising. Paul builds brand love and connects content with audiences by using skills across journalism, PR, social media, marketing and cross-platform production.

Paul trained as a journalist and spent four-years in newspapers in the North of England before moving to London in 2007 to work for arts communications specialists Idea Generation – delivering campaigns for The Royal Shakespeare Company, Channel 4, Stella Artois and working form the Edinburgh Fringe for four consecutive summers.

After leaving Idea Generation, Paul worked on projects for the British Council, spent almost a year at film and entertainment specialists Premier and is now working for intergrated communications agency Unity – on creative projects for clients including Hyundai, Baileys and Lucozade. Follow @thisisjukebox


Hatty Evans (PR Assistant) works in marketing in the world of advertising. With a profound passion for theatre she participated in plays from the age of 5–18 at the Bristol Old Vic, and then went on to pursue drama at University in London, writing, acting and composing music. After being diagnosed as dyslexic at a young age, she has always had a deep interest in how this affects creative practice and can be used in creative methods. She is very excited to be part of the DYSPLA Festival.


Amanda Hickey studies Public Relations and Theatre at Marist College in Poughkeepsie, New York. She has been studying abroad in London since August and has recently taken on an internship with MSFT. She really enjoys writing and performing, and is loving her London experience thus far. Follow @manderzz24


Cameron Tagge is a Film and Theatre University student from Los Angeles. He is currently studying abroad in London and working an internship position with MSFT, DYSPLA, Lennie, and the whole crew until late December. Meeting new friends, future coworkers, and experiencing an entirely different culture has been a golden opportunity too good to be true. It’s truly a home away from home. Follow @CamTagMe



Program Designed by Sam Barkley


If you missed Dyspla 2013, have a look at some highlights below…

“…a very intense experience”  –  LondonTheatre1

“Dyspla Arts festival: All the right letters…” – BBCOuch
“DYSPLA has returned with vigor and triumphant to the West End” – femalearts

“an explosion of light, colour and sound…” – views from the gods

“…experience some truly cutting-edge performance.”  Disability Arts Online

An encapsulating reformation of dyslexia with debate and performances by dyslexic artists and educators.
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A stylized two-hander loosely based on the story of Yvonne Ridley who was captured by the Taliban in 2001.
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A maze-like structure in the basement of the Camden Peoples’ Theatre for the audience to explore intimate, immediate, and inspiring dyslexic performers.
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Dyspla changes lives. Whether significantly or subconsciously, it finds its way into audiences’ thoughts and hearts. Dyslexia won’t ever be thought of the same way again.”

Dyspla is the forefront for dyslexic theatre and dyslexic artists, creators, thinkers, and believers. It will continue to shape minds – young and old – and morph the definition of dyslexia from difficulty to specialty.”

Y&P is undoubtedly an unusual theatre experience that pushes the boundaries. It makes you uncomfortable yet makes you think, touches your heart but sends chills down your spine. Theatre is supposed to move you—show you something you’ll never forget. Y&Pdoes just that.”

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DYSPLA Festival 2013

Hello dyslexic comunity,

My name is Kellee Farr or Dyslexicwhisper on social media. I am a dyslexic author based in California, best known for my poem on the Yale Center for Dyslexia and Creativity, Dyslexic Words.

This year the DYSPLA Festival in London will be featuring my monologue in their Whispering Theater project. This is a great honor as they will have an actor reading my work in front of an audience throughout their festival, 11 – 17 Nov. 2013. My monologue is about the education systems roll in the dyslexic’s self image and embracing your dyslexia. Written in a catchy rhythm liken to Dr. Seuss. It is titled Maverick, Mother or Monster, after this years DYSPLA theme. They have also asked that I hand write the monologue so they can use it in The Letters Project, DYSPLA will be a part of Cambridge Dyslexia Exhibit Oct. 18, 2013.



GALA Fundraiser Night 11th November: Tickets £25.00
(Includes Wine, Food and Weekly Festival Pass)
Performance Nights: 12-17th November: Tickets £12 in advanced/£15.00 on the door

For more info or to get involved please email: dyspla @ gmail.com www.dysthelexi.com
Venue: Camden Peoples Theatre, 58-60 Hampstead Rd  London NW1 2PY
2013 Viral Campaign: https://vimeo.com/72431221

The DYSPLA Festival celebrates the work and lives of dyslexic story makers, they are amazing advocates in our dyslexic community. I have had a great many e-mails of young adults and adults alike that are looking for a community where they can come together, as the amazing dyslexics they are, for support and friendship. From India to the USA I have met more dyslexics with a need for a voice. I believe it is in the humble accomplishments like my part in the DYSPLA Festival that will open these doors and give courage to others.

Thank you and all the best. I love our dyslexic community, Kellee Farr @Dyslexicwhisper

I would like to thank

DYSPLA Festival  DYSPLA Festival 

MSFT Management/Prod MSFT Management/Prod ‏

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Decoding Dyslexia PA Decoding Dyslexia PA ‏   http://decodingdyslexiapa.org/?p=445

  Decoding Dyslexia – NY

Decoding Dyslexia VA  Decoding Dyslexia VA ‏

Decoding Dyslexia OR Decoding Dyslexia OR

 Decoding Dyslexia – CA

Decoding Dyslexia WV Decoding Dyslexia WV 

Decoding Dyslexia MA Decoding Dyslexia MA ‏

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Gianandrea Poracin Gianandrea Poracin http://paper.li/papi4dsa/1318285542 … 

 The World of Dyslexia

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RemyRemy  usethebrainsgodgivou usethebrainsgodgivou

Cheryl Clemens Cheryl Clemens Steven Barry Steven Barry ‏

 J Dewayne Pierce Author     Nick Sheridan Nick Sheridan

For their support on my behalf!

The Difference Between 19.84% and 20% Blood Loss!

What is the difference and why should you care?

I will tell you. The difference is whether you get a transfusion or you are left to grow those little red blood cells yourself. Which is like watching water boil, when you forget to turn on the burner. 

You should care because if you ever find yourself in this predicament (having lost 19.86% of your blood instead of the required 20%) I strongly urge you to punch yourself in the nose. The pain will be worth the long time period of feeling brain dead and being so tired you have to pinch yourself just to know you’re still among the living.

The back story is insane but long story short, I’d been bleeding internally for two months and instead of looking in the mirror and seeing my pale skin as an indication of my health (or linking it to my nearly passing out everywhere I went) I added more foundation till I looked like Tan-Mom and told myself to try harder. Try harder to get the house clean, keep the kids entertained and write on little writer. Never mind my vision going or the numbing of my limbs. I was a trooper and sure it was my hard life making me weary nothing more. I did not know I was half dead. Or would that be 19.86% dead? Not sure but I was a walking, dysfunctional, hot mess! 

In my defense, I didn’t have enough cogs turning in my oxygen deprived brain to figure all this out. Nor did I have money for the insurance co-pay. I was saving for my daughter’s new glasses. She had been without them all summer. It was right before school and I was determined to get them for her. Cha-ching! I almost became a martyr of my own life. 

I tried to keep up my social networking but lost my drive. I stopped reading altogether! My children would point out how tired I look all the time and I would look in the mirror and think, more foundation.

My parents came to see me and in true grandparent form they paid for my daughter’s back-to-school needs. Unbeknownst to them, they saved my life. I had an appointment with a Doctor in less than 24 hours (after speaking with an advise nurse) easily paying the co-pay with my unspoken for cash. The doctor fixed me up with an “easy” outpatient procedure and in two days I was on the mend. “On the mend” being the slowest process in the known world.  

 I watched a million documentaries and stared holes in my walls. I chose one piece of writing and worked through blurry eyes to accomplish my goals.  They diagnosed me with Vertigo from the oxygen deprivation, other than that and being tongue tied all the time I am almost back to my old self. 

Thank you all for your patients and support!


~DyslexicWhisper Kellee Bishop Farr

Sunshine Award

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What a wonderful way to begin my week! Thank you Melissa Gaines for the nomination.                                                                     Melissa Gaines Twitter link: @melGmow 

The fact that you thought of my blog fills my world with sunshine! Your triumphs in life have helped and inspire me. What a beautiful person you are. I encourage all to check out Melissa’s blog:

Forever Fitting In

After receiving the nomination, the blogger must:

1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger;
2. Share 11 random facts about yourself;
3. Answer 11 questions the nominating blogger has created for you;
4. List 11 bloggers. They should be bloggers that you believe deserve some recognition and a little blogging love!
5. Post 11 questions for the bloggers that you nominated to answer; and
6. Let all of the bloggers know that they’ve been nominated. You cannot nominate the blogger that nominated you.

11 Random Facts

  1. I have sixteen siblings. Although I have not lived with all of them they are dear to my heart.
  2. My mother is my idol and my father is my hero!
  3. I have been scalped. lol. I was in a car accident when I was eight-months pregnant. Just before my head went through the windshield it wiped the controls from the ceiling, in return, scalping me. 360 stitches and a reverse mo-hawk later, I was in possession of my scalp again.
  4. The things that make my world worth living: family, sarcasm, documentaries, history and writing.
  5. I love writing classes. Looking forward to this fall!
  6. I studied Maria Montessori in college and accidentally found the keys to my learning style.
  7. My sister, Jeni, is an endless source of pride for me. Her accomplishments and life are awe-inspiring.
  8. Whenever I go to target I open a box of crayons and smell them. Best ever!

     9. I was Prom Queen, Class President and Activities Director at my tiny high school.

    10. One of the best things in life is playing tag with little kids. I use to be a party host at a children’s play center (four years ago). Instead of awkward small talk with the adults I would lead the children in a game of extreme-tag using the giant play structure. I can run up a double slide doing a sharp 180 at the top launching myself back down ending in an impressive four foot double hop at the bottom. All without being caught by 30 maniac 5 year-olds. Now that my friends is living!

     11. I’ve loved wearing hats since I was a toddler.


11 Questions: (Nominees: Please answer these same questions)

What’s your favorite meal of the day — breakfast, lunch or dinner?

The one that I did not have to make!

 What’s your favorite fruit?

My older sister Sandy. LOLOL

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? 

A stunt woman. My cousin Tony would tie a rope to his bike and race off with me on my skates holding on for dear life. I thought I was headed for stardom. He would also hold on to my hand and foot twirling as quickly as possible, finally launching me into the prickly bushes. He was one year older and five times my size. Best memories EVER! (not being sarcastic)

What quality do you find most attractive in others? 


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What’s your favorite sport? 

Extreme exercising with Sandy. (Biking for 7 hours. Full contact brownie grabbing.) She built an air-conditioned, exercise/movie theater room in her backyard. No seats, just cardio-machines and flat screen/surround sound. Downton Abbey Marathon here we come.

What’s your favorite candy? 

The kind I sneak into a theater.

What’s your favorite online shopping website?


What’s your pet peeve?

People that never took the time to get to know me but don’t like me.

Winter, spring, summer or fall? 

Fall in California. Smells sooo wonderful!

How many pairs of shoes do you have?

No idea. I don’t wear shoes unless I have to. But I love boots and I have a pair of HEELYS. lol

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I See In 3D

My grandmother-in-law was in the hospital recently. She is 96 and had an infection in one of her legs. What was supposed to be a routine check on her leg turned into a four day nightmare. They admitted her and began intense antibiotics. They gave her sleep aids and pain killers but explained little. She began to feel out of control and fearful. What she thought she was seeing turned out to be (from what I gather) side effects of the medicine. And what I insist as malnourishment from fear of eating and fatigue from adrenaline fueled by fear. She could not sleep. She would not eat.

When she asked that I come stay with her I went with the intention of easing her stay any way I could. I remember a time in life where I wished someone would simply watch over me so I could sleep. She was gifting me with her trust and I was determined not to fail her.

During my time with her the specialist came in pulling at her blanket wanting to examine her. “Remember this woman is 96,” I demanded. She comes from a time where women wore pantyhose at ALL times or were considered indecent. She came from 1916. My history friends will understand that America in this time period was not even the same planet as it is now. Men do NOT bring in groups of training doctors to view 96 year old women in this manner without taking a piece of the woman’s integrity when they leave.

I am not a doctor. I do not even claim that what they were doing was wrong. Maybe they see things that I do not. I only asked that they consider the person as they proceed. What I wanted to give her was peace of mind. I brought my computer and iPod. I showed her that the medical staff and family member (from the lady sharing her room) were not out to get her with their strange handheld electronic devises. They were not in “cahoots”, like she claimed, but were probably on Facebook. Then I opened up my Facebook on my iPod and showed her pictures of her grand-kids and her children and the lives she had no idea were so accessible. In the end she said she would rather be gardening, despite the many hours she could see being consumed looking at everyone’s “grass is greener” photos.

The night was long and I was tired but when the situation would get the better of her I switched from my iPod to my laptop to give her old eyes a better view. The screen was now large enough to engage her in these precious family photos that were taken with the current generation’s iOS devices. Bless her heart, we giggled and awed at some and then looked surprised at the more risqué photos. I got to see the world from 1916. It was beautiful. It deserved respect. She was NOT losing her grip on reality she was simply trying to cope in a world that was developing faster than she could access.

I stayed up all night and only took my eyes off her once (Guests were not allowed to use the bathroom in the room) but I explained this to her and everything else that she heard and saw that she did not understand. From the rolling cart of the late night custodian to vibration of the staffs feet when they had to rush off for a patients emergency she was scared and I knew the mind can be a powerful enemy. She was not convinced by all of my explanations but she grew to trust me that night because I never lied to her or talked down to her. There was never a sensation that was too insignificant for me to explain. And I offered the explanations without her asking.

She was convinced they were holding her against her will. I stayed with her until she was released and when we got outside I asked her if she could smell anything. She looked at me funny and said no. I told her to take a big whiff, because that was the smell of sweet freedom. She laughed and then looked at me seriously. Then she told me something that I hadn’t realized I needed so desperately. She said, “You know kid, I love you.”

This to me is my gift of dyslexia. To see things in 3D. To understand from all directions. I made a friend that day. A friendship that levels me at how genuine it is.

I try to look at everyone with this 3D approach. Every child discovered not labeled. Every elderly person deserves explanation not condemnation and every disability deserves redefining.

Almost 100 years together. Perfection!

Whisper This,


Calling All Grammar Nazis and Kind Perfectionists

You, yes, you. The ones that read my work and think, goodness how did she miss that?  Thank you for your kindness! Despite the errors you have followed, commented, liked and support me!

In my experience, people know I am dyslexic and overlook these imperfections. I also know there are those that read my work, and, like an itch that cannot be reached they suffer from the grammatical, punctual and misspelled typos. Bless your hearts for coming back despite the itch.

This is a call to action, a way of letting you know I don’t want you to suffer. Even though you’ve been wonderful thus far.

I am offering you a lifetimes supply of my all-purpose Grammar Cream! So, go on, sooth that itch! It works with any error found throughout my blog. That’s right, every page!!

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If you read my work and find an error, whip out that cream and feel free to leave a comment. I find people that read my work to be very kind. They are wonderful people who have laughed along with my goofy posts and appreciate it unconditionally. That being said, I know there are people out there that see what I cannot. This cream is for you my friend!

I do understand that my writing can be riddled with errors. I’m not suggesting to edit everything. But, if you come across something that gnaws at you by all means put it in the comments. Trust me when I say, I will remember an editor that ‘gets’ me, when my latest manuscript is ready. Or, a friend that needs help promoting their work.  Go ahead and pick as many errors as you must, in order to sooth your itch. Even if you shyly pick the one that irritates you most, I will not only change said error but be grateful as well.

So, dig in and then sit back while I look through the corrections and face palm in multiple aha moments. I love you all for the wonderful support you have showered on my writing. But, I would like to let you know I have incredibly thick skin (that unfortunately never has this itch).

Who am I kidding, you will need enough! Love you all!!

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If you are one of the lucky professionals that work as an editor, feel free to leave your information and links in the comment section.


Dyslexic Parents I Salute You!

I may not always be organized, remember everything or get to soccer practice on time. These are only some of my weaknesses. We as dyslexic parents can bring something else to the table though, a different approach. 

We can create a boat out of a trampoline and help our children to imagine the carpet as an enchanted lake where they can fish in the living room!

We can create alphabet soup in the swimming pool to help learn the ABC’s.

We can paint the garage door like the American flag to be patriotic!

We can help our children to fly like Up for their birthday!

We can build enchanted two story tree houses out of walk in closets to foster our children’s imaginations. 

And, if we forget your tennis shoes we always remember the butterfly net!

What are some of the memories you have?

Happy dyslexic parenting, and never forget your strengths! 


Passwords, Captchas and the blood of a virgin!

SO, I have scoured the internet and landed on a blog worthy of my time. Worthy of being e-mailed directly to my inbox. Maybe even worthy of  adding to my tool bar! THAT worthy!

I am seconds from unlocking the wisdom of others. Uncovering the truths that elude me.

They assure me, with just a couple of easy clicks, I will be a priority member of this amazing cult blog. The blog police just have to make sure I am human. Insert captcha request.


I’ve got this!

SCPAIVI    …. No ….

No worries. I come at it full force!


SCUMMY …. NO!…. Shit! I regroup… and focus…



I start looking for words in the dictionary, thesaurus and Holy Bible.

I question myself… always wondering…if the blog really is ALL that it claims to be?  if so, why must I suffer to obtain this information? Is this an academic club that will forever be out of reach?

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I pull out all the stops and find the unstoppable true ninja within. Giving it one last try.


…. SCRAM …..

The world unlocks!

  Everything within reach.

…..AFTER I verify my email! WHAT?!?! Really!

Easy enough. I go to my email account. Clever dyslexic that I am, I bypass the “sign in” page because I store the ID and password on my computer that  my horrific memory cannot. Only to be denied once again.

Not me! Dyslexic Ninja to the rescue!

My ID comes easy enough. I start to type and the computer remembers the rest.

The password is a different story.

I search my memory for what was going on in my life around the time of the last password change. I try: CHOColate …. An error message comes up saying this is not my password.

I think and revise to: CHOColateNOW! Nothing…

I try: FoCusGrAsShOpPeR

… Not a chance!   The computer helpfully reminds me I changed my password 36 days ago.

I give the computer a mental B***H SLAP! And press the “Forgot your password” option.

The computer gives me the choice of answering three of my six secret questions. SCORE! I got this, right?!?! I mean these questions were chosen by me and they are about me. How can anything go wrong?

The first choice: What is your favorite color.

Lock. Load. Fire! Green, baby! My favorite color is green! Two to go.

I scroll to choose the next question.

My other options: What was your third grade teachers name?

My third grade teacher. hmmm. Did I even know how to spell her name then? And if I get the right spelling do I need to capitalize the first letter?


What color panties are you wearing?

My panties?!? I’m wearing my Tuesday panties! But… Was it Tuesday when my sarcastic ass thought of this question??? Skip!

Who was your childhood best friend?

What was your first pet’s name?

And finally, How much wood can a wood chuck chuck?

My mind starts to race, my hands clammy.

I go for the best friend question and type in her name. Nope! Wait! What? Oh yeah, I used her nick name. I spell out Samwisegamgee, not seeing the humor that I am sure had me rolling when I made this brilliant decision 36 days ago!

After the sadistic image of me kicking a wood chuck races through my mind, I enter my childhood pet’s name. O’Guy.

I am taken to the password changing page. After filling the requirements that my password must contain an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, a hieroglyph and the blood of a virgin


I gather these necessary elements for the complex new password and am finally redirected to the much anticipated holy grail of blogs, I anxiously await the first topic:

101 writing tips!


I think I owe a virgin an apology!