"You'll read about me someday." I was definitely dreaming then. With no evidence of that ever being possible, I clung to that preposterous vision and with the force of those dreams willed it and made it happen. Not because I needed to be famous, but because I needed a world that made me feel uninvited to be wrong, so I imagined myself free, I imagined myself loved, I imagined myself... as somebody." Finding Fish a memoir
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
On Being a Girl Dad-07
I am dyslexic. It took me years to figure out why I had to be in the remedial reading class. Back in the day, no one knew what dyslexia is, so when I finally discovered that I had a reason for not being able to read like everyone else, I was overjoyed. What I learned is that I have to take my time and relax in order to get the words right. I was so worried that my daughters would inherit the reading disorder and I held my breath until they were able to read with great fluency. Today, I was thrilled to walk into the family room only to find my daughters engrossed in some leisure reading. Indigo, 14, is reading a Tennessee Williams play, while Azure, 10, is reading Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express. Simultaneous, they announce they have only a few pages to go and when they are done, they can't wait to share what happened. I am thrilled with their enthusiasm for reading. I am so excited that they can read anything at any time and not have the restraints that I have when I read. I am so proud they are my girls.
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