In addition to my novel writing, over the years I have taken small side journeys and written true stories about my wild past. I’ll post these one and two page vignettes from time to time. Hope you enjoy.
Functionally Illiterate 1974
I’m sixty-three now, but at age twenty-two, after ten years of public school and uncounted hours of private tutoring, I was so deeply affected by Dyslexia that I could not read more than one sentence at a time and understand what I was reading. I had never read a book.
Oh, I could struggle through a short newspaper article, but only if the words were simple. Anything more complicated and I was lost.