My mother, like all good mothers, began to teach me to read by reading old time lullabies to me as a child. Because I have dyslexia, I had trouble focusing on the words, but the pictures helped hold my attention. Then, when I was what we now call a “tween,” my mother took my reading lessons a step further, though in an unusual way. She gave me
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