Dyslexia Daze

By Sarah Hualde

Will a learning disability,

end the dreams,

of a 10-year-old girl?

 

Cheer on this homeschool student, as she reaches for her dreams no matter how far away they now seem. 

 

Diary of a Dyslexic Homeschooler promotes empathy through understanding and strives to remind all of us of the person behind the label.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Christian Writers
• Release date: Nov 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781393628002

Sarah Hualde

Sarah lives in California, in a home that brings her happiness and hay fever. She loves God, loves her family, and loves freshly brewed coffee. She has a husband who cooks, a son who stop animates, a daughter who loves animals, a dog that follows her everywhere, and a turtle who scowls at her condescendingly. Her mother raised her on Mary Higgins Clark, Dianne Mott Davidson, and Remington Steele. Her grandmother shared True Crime stories with her as they plotted how to get away with the perfect murder. It's no surprise that Sarah became an award-winning spinner of suspenseful tales brimming with quirky characters. Mysteries are in her blood. Not that she could survive one of her own stories. She confesses, "I'd be snuffed out by Chapter two." Join Sarah's Super Sleuth Squad and follow her on YouTube for behind-the-scenes insider info. Super Squad Newsletter ----> https://landing.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/g1k6r0 YouTube-----> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCK9ywmqk_2k-mEssZMkEvBQ

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DEDICATION

To my very sweet, very supportive, very special family.

And to my Heavenly Father, who gave them to me.

Winter

1

Missionaries start when they’re my age.

They start by teaching the littlest.

Who can I teach?

Who needs me?

I help out at Children’s Church.

Mama leads the singing.

Brother reads the lesson.

I pass out the crayons.

One day, I’ll pass out Bibles.

I’ll climb mountains, discover hidden places, and find the hurting.

I’ll teach unknown tribes to read their Bibles.

To understand and live the words. To share the BIG WORD.

Me, maybe a dog or two, perhaps a friend, and my backpack of Bibles.

2

When I was baptized, the elders gave me a Bible.

I already had one - purple for my purse.

But they gave me one to study.

Too big for my lap.

With lots and lots of extra pages of other people’s thoughts.

To study and to grow.

Its cover feels so smooth and stiff with newness.

The pages are so thin, they’re almost invisible.

Words blanket them.

So many, many words.

All one large pattern of white, and black, and sometimes red.

Shuffling the pages with a thumb brings out the smell of libraries and ink.

I see scribes with feathers, maybe even chisels.

Hushed whispers, hunched shoulders, hardworking apostles.

There are people dying for this book, I know it.

People shredding it up into teeny shards small enough to hide under sleeves and scarves.

I think of them. I pray about them.

They want a Bible, and I have two.

3

We’ve taken the baby to the park.

I’ve got my scooter and my helmet.

There’s lots of noise. The good kind.

Mama pushes the baby on a swing.

I hit the slides.

Friends I know and friends I don’t race me.

A good day. Outside always makes a good day.

A girl.

I don’t remember her name, but we’ve played before.

I only remember she likes to wear lime green sneakers.

We are the spies in hiding, whispering our plans.

She wants to know why I talk funny.

She sounds out words for me like I don’t know what I’m saying.

I’m older than her, I think.

I know what I’m saying.

It’s just my accent, I tell her.

Her nose wrinkles up.

But you live right around the corner, she says.

She looks at me as if I’m broken.

Shake it off.  The boys are getting closer.

Time to run!

Safe!

4

We homeschool.

Most of my friends do it, too.

It’s not weird unless I’m at church.

Then, I’m the only one in my room that homeschools.

It goes like this:

Breakfast: not too early, but early enough that my toes are still cold.

Bible and prayer.

Today, we prayed for the president and for...

Salami, I think.

Mama reads to us.

Biospheres.

Animals, MY FAVORITE!

Science-y stuff.

Next, some math with beans and pennies

And then some reading. Yuck!

A new book again. They are so boring.

What am I, six?

Brother reads awesome stories.

He talks to me about them at night.

He says he’s