tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post1436320899263299780..comments2024-03-28T08:55:00.522-04:00Comments on The Misadventures of Widowhood: My Biggest SecretMisadventures of Widowhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-5687746127918286232014-07-06T16:49:30.741-04:002014-07-06T16:49:30.741-04:00I love it when people comment on anything I write!...I love it when people comment on anything I write! And thanks for sharing the story about your brother. Dyslexic, even the milder forms like mine, can be so painful when not understood the way they are understood today. Although as recently as a year ago I heard someone complain that she didn't think it was right that a kid was given audio text books in school. "How is he ever going to Misadventures of Widowhoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17262709452281226620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5990351249805345004.post-61691281071900987572014-07-06T16:27:29.774-04:002014-07-06T16:27:29.774-04:00I applaud your honesty, and how wonderful it is th...I applaud your honesty, and how wonderful it is that you're now able to hug yourself when you think of that little girl! How brave you were to find a way to help yourself, continue on to college. My oldest brother (who is now deceased) was actually developmentally challenged (and, yes back in the 40's, 50's and even some these days people use those words that I dislike so much i.e.Sallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02865722713732049339noreply@blogger.com