Jun 3
4 min read
My daughter with dyslexia felt “invisible.” I intended to change that.
Not long before COVID-19 forced us into social isolation, I watched my daughter leave school mopey-eyed and dragging her backpack.
As she sat in the back seat of my car, she crossed her arms and sighed heavily. She’d clearly had a bad day. Typically tight-lipped about anything that happened at school, she sat back and waited for me to ask what…
