In the midst of exercising patience as my kids pushed my nerves to the edge and beyond I realized I was up against the big D once again...

Third Grade. The dreaded grade of nearly every parent of dyslexic kids. The grade where learning to read ceases and reading to learn begins. Oy Vey! I informed Landon's new teacher Ms G that this year we were going to work on owning the words, "I am dyslexic." We would be working on conquering test anxiety. And we would be learning self advocacy skills. I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to accomplish all this but I knew that was the path I needed to walk my kids down. Fo

Declaring the words, “I am dyslexic” is not a self defeating, self limiting, or self hating label. It is no different than saying, “I am a swimmer” or “I am a mother” or “I am a writer.” I am of course more than just these things, but they are in fact big statements on my life right now, and saying them brings focus to my purpose in those areas. Saying “I am dyslexic.” has brought the same amount of focus, clarity and freedom to my intellectual goals. It brought an explanatio

Josh and I snuck away for a romantic 4 day getaway on a beautiful mountain in South Carolina, and then proceeded to go walking for 24 hours straight with 2 Navy SEALs, a marine, and a dozenish, or so, other insane people. We pushed ourselves harder than we’ve ever done before—like ever. It’s called The Unbreakable 24 Hour Challenge led by Ret. Navy SEAL, Thom Shea. When I first read “Unbreakable A Navy SEALs Way of Life” the part where Thom walks for 24 hours and encourages h

A year in a half ago my husband came home from work and said 14 words that changed our whole world, “The pharmacy is closing. I will be out of a job in a month.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t freak out. I just hugged him—the ramifications swirled in my mind. He lovingly left me alone to process. I got on facebook, looking for a reprieve from my thoughts. Maybe looking for a like or comment to release an endorphin. That’s not what I found. My dear sweet friend, Ardith Goodwin, who I

Teachers do not lay in bed awake at night worrying themselves sick over the students making A's in their classroom. They lay awake at night worrying about the kids, who's light bulbs can't seem to click on. Teachers worry themselves sick trying to find new ways to teach those kids. What if I told you the answer was simple? Learn about dyslexia. Would this instantly overwhelm you? Would you feel inept? Would your response be, "I don't have time?" If you're being honest, the an

There is nothing easy about being an adult dyslexic in the world of non dyslexics. You walk into invisible walls constantly. Many friends recently have talked about how debilitating anxiety and dyslexia can be. I've had a lot to say, but have actually found myself having a hard time formulating my thoughts. I've experienced more than my fair share of anxiety, so I get it. I really do. Albert Einstein is one of my favorite dyslexics to study in history—that's right. He was dys

At the beginning of the school year, Landon’s second grade teacher asked the class to write down three sentences about themselves. I was volunteering in the class that morning so, naturally, Landon wandered over and asked me to help him spell out his words. My name is Landon. I love to play baseball. I love to play video games. I… He couldn’t think of a third to write. I whispered, “You could say that you’re dyslexic.” He gasped, looked around the room to make sure no one was