Dyslexia: What’s Your Fight Song?

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Dyslexia:  What's Your Fight Song?  (Photo by Nan Palmero/Flickr)

Dyslexia: What’s Your Fight Song? (Photo by Nan Palmero/Flickr)

by Dr. Kelli Sandman-Hurley, Dyslexia Training Institute

From 1996 to 2008 the San Diego Padres had a closing pitcher named Trevor Hoffman. He was the hometown hero who only came into the game to ‘save’ it or put the finishing touch on the game. Every single time Trevor ran on to the field, the song, “Hell’s Bells” played and brought everyone to their feet. There was something about that song that made us all break out our towels and twirl them in the air. That song got us fired up and there was no way we could lose. We all have a song that makes us feel invincible, happy and ready to take on the world.

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Dyslexia: Be a Punk Band

Dyslexia Be A Punk Band - Dyslexia Training Institute

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In a previous article, Dyslexia: Hear Us Roar, I made a statement that we need to be louder and less polite. Well, we are getting there. It is a very exciting time to be part of the dyslexia community. There are grass roots movements like Decoding Dyslexia and Literate Nation that are making progress at a pace I have never seen. Three movies about dyslexia were released just last year. Assistive technology is gaining more acceptance as a legitimate way to help a student with dyslexia access the curriculum they are so capable of learning. I love it. It makes me happy. Ah, but there is always more to learn right? I do see a missed opportunity and I am here to call you to action.

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Dyslexia and the Dad

Dyslexia and the Dad    (Photo by Fifth World Art/Flickr)

Dyslexia and the Dad (Photo by Fifth World Art/Flickr)

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by Dr. Kelli Sandman-Hurley

I love a good success story about a child with dyslexia as much as the next person. Unfortunately, my job is to fix wrongs and I spend most of my time with my mouth hanging open and my hand covering it. I spend my time in total and utter disbelief at either what I am reading on an IEP, school testing or listening to yet another story about the downright negligent behavior by the schools when educating of a child. I sit in IEPs silently while I allow the school to showcase their lack of training about dyslexia and patiently wait my turn. If you’ve ever met me you know I am not a particularly loquacious person, so I keep my comments short and sweet, but meaningful and I try to show little to no emotion. Today was different. Today I was moved to tears and moved to share the story of one family with you so that you can begin to forgive yourself or lend support to a parent who is struggling with this process. Continue reading