Thursday, January 19, 2012

Tyger, Tyger

With Apologies to William Blake.














Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
 In the bassinet at night,
 What aged Great-Aunt hand or eye
 Could shush thy tearful baby cry?

*If you would like to see Josiah "Fuss-Talking" me, go to this link:

http://youtu.be/3NhRH3J7EN0

Thursday, January 05, 2012

The Brothers Plad

Something about this link on Facebook caught my eye. Maybe it was the crisp logo, maybe it was the "D" word in the accompanying text: "Dyslexia." All I know is, I clicked on the ad, which is something I never do, and that led me down a very pleasant trail which I'm happy to share with you.

As I posted about the book, several friends commented about the spelling in the title, that is, "Plad," instead of "Plaid." We couldn't figure out why a book written especially for those who tangle with words would contain a misspell on the cover.

 So you know me. I live for the word, "Why."

 I emailed the author, Sean Plasse, the following message: Hello. I was intrigued by your ad on Facebook and shared it with friends. We have a collective question: Why "plad" instead of "plaid?


And then came this great response, which I will now share with you with the author's permission:

Hi Linda,

Thank you for the email.  We love to get questions from around the country.  We appreciate you sharing our website with your friends.

I am dyslexic.  80% of dyslexics struggle with "phonemes", which are the sounds that letters make.  For example, the word "cart", is one syllable, and four letters, but it is amazingly three phonemes: K - RRR - T.  Three sounds.  The human brain is remarkable, in that normal readers can simply glance at a one syllable, four letter word, cart, and automatically "hear" the three sounds in their head: K-R-T.  It is really amazing that people can decode words like this, and they use the left, left-back, and way-back of the brain to do it.  Dyslexics never achieve this automatic skill.  Brain imaging shows that a dyslexic uses the left, left-back, and right-front of their brains.  Imagine trying to listen to a book on compact disc, say "Huckleberry Fin", but somebody has scratched the CD surface, and it keeps sticking, skipping, and sounding terrible.  That's what it is like for a dyslexic when they try to read and sound out words.  Thus, the struggle with sounds, leads to a struggle with words, sentences, paragraphs, and of course the story overall.  

The good news is that dyslexia has nothing to do with intelligence.  There are many successful dyslexics, like Charles Schwab, Richard Branson, and others.  I was diagnosed later in life, after robust testing at the Stern Center for Language and Learning,www.sterncenter.org.  Apparently my ability to decode words is in the 14th percentile, but my IQ is in the 99th percentile!  It was a great day for this dyslexic carpenter.  I received a few years of reading instruction at the Stern Center, and went on to serve 6 years on the board of directors, making speeches for the Governor of Vermont, NPR, local news, and most importantly, raising financial donations to help youth literacy.  It was a great time.  The one thing I heard over and over again, was that teachers and parents were struggling with dyslexic boys, especially in rural areas.  

My friend was a teacher in Vermont, and one day she called me.  She had a dyslexic boy as a student, and who she couldn't find books for him.  I asked her what he liked to do.  She said, "Fish, hunt, camp."  I told her I loved those activities too, and to get books on those topics.  She said there weren't any.  I was amazed/horrified!  I had been writing for 18 years, but had never attempted a children's story.  I started writing The Brothers Plaid that day, but t just didn't look right.  My dyslexic brain skipped each time I read my own title, Plaid.  I changed it to The Brothers Plad, and it felt right.  It made phonetic sense to me, and I wanted dyslexic kids to feel invited by the title, not intimidated.  So, my friend read the story out loud to the class one day, and they loved it.  The dyslexic boy took it home that night, and my friend went to his trailer, and watched him read it out loud to his Dad and stepmother.  It meant the world to me.  So, that year I wrote eight short stories of The Brothers Plad, and the class had a huge plad party at the end of the year...and everybody wore plad and ate watermelon.  I spent the next three years writing the novel, with my brother Matt as business partner and editor.  The novel is based on a true fishing story from when we were kids.  The original Brothers Plad.

The whole book was designed from the beginning with dyslexics in mind.  The font is easy to read.  Paragraphs are short, with ample spacing.  There are visual icons which follow the story, and summarize at the end of chapters.  There are words purposefully misspelled in each chapter.  One of the brothers, Tommy, is dyslexic, and struggles to read throughout the book.  And of course, there is plenty of action, worms, dirt, blood, sweat and fishing.  

I hope that this is a decent explanation of the spelling!  Here are a few more links for fun:

1.  Book Tour - This is a facebook link which gives you a visual tour of the book.  You can see the graphic icons which summarize the story for dyslexics.  If you start on the image in the top left, and simply scroll through, it is a good tour.  There are explanations written below each image.



2.  NPR Interview - Here is a link to an NPR interview I did a few years ago, which explains some of my coping mechanisms for dyslexia.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6425164

3.  Television Show - Here is a link to a television show, when I was struggling as a dyslexic author to write a book.  It was much more difficult than I ever expected, but with my brother's help, we got it done.  Now we're shipping around the world!

http://byutv.org/watch/c2650fe3-ee51-4393-84d4-18feccce5f66

Thank you again for your email.  It is great to hear from Muncie!  Let me know if you have more questions.  I love promoting literacy for dyslexics.  Give our best to your friends.  

Sean  Plasse
Author


One of the things my new son-in-law said about this link was," I wish that was the first book I ever read. Maybe I would have liked reading." 

If this book tweaks your interest, I encourage you to check out the links and consider a purchase.

I believe it is a new day for those who learn differently from the norm. We have to keep pushing forward.

Thank you, Sean Plasse, for taking on this challenge and for caring about other people. Best of luck to you in whatever endeavor you put your heart, mind and hands to.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Happy New Year 2012 or "My Whole Life is a Party"

I'm not big on New Year's Eve. It is my least favorite holiday. I get very sad and just want to ignore it because mostly bad things have happened to me on New Year's Eve, like the year my boyfriend popped open an engagement ring box in front of friends and I had to mask my awkward feelings because I knew my answer was "no." But this is a new day. So OK, I give; here goes nothing: "Welcome 2012. Please don't break my heart."


I've got BIG plans for tonight. Rockin out the house (rocking chairs), serving drinks (bottles), jamming to the best tunes of 2011 (mobile music), raising the roof (little bit of crying at the top of our lungs), cleaning up throw up (off of my guests's necks and chins) and passing out on the couch. Of course, this happens every night of my life now. *My Whole Life is Party*

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Wake Up! It's "Baby Christmas!"


    • Shhh. It's Christmas Eve morning, and the babies are sleeping. 

      But  I literally jumped out of bed this morning thinking, "IT'S BABY CHRISTMAS! Everyone wake up! Babies: It's time to receive your gifts from your Nana who LOVES you!!" 

      But I didn't because the twins and their mom didn't get much sleep last night. No one, neither Crystal nor the babes, is ready to open  gifts yet. But I can hardly wait!

      So I was biding my time with a cup of coffee, thinking about the night Jesus was born, and how God was giving this wonderful gift, but the world wasn't ready for it. They were looking for a warrior king, but they received an impoverished infant. How anticlimactic could you get.

      Like a gift no one is exactly crazy about, he was set aside so that  people could  look for bigger and better things.

      I believe God used my anticipation this morning to say to me, "This is how I love you and the world! My heart beats wild with love for you; I have so many gifts to give you, but the main one is the Prince of Peace to fill your hearts and lives. Wake up! Wake up and receive your gifts from your Father who LOVES you!"

      I am awake! I am receiving! It is a celebration that  will never get old, even throughout eternity. "Joy to the World, the Lord is Come!"

      Now I leave you with this: Peace to you all, because the Prince of Peace has pierced the darkness of the world and the darkness of our hearts. He seemed to be merely a pinpoint of life in the universe on that night but was in reality the light by which millions see things every day! May his peace fill you today and every tomorrow.

      And believe it or not--and I promise this is true--as I type this sentence, I hear a little cry in the other room! They are awake! Let the celebration begin!

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Return of the Christmas Miracle Ham

Proverbs 30:18-20. “There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky; the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a young woman"


Perhaps Solomon could add this pic to his list of baffling things in the universe. Yes, it is that time of year again to re-post the miracle ham of 2006, which went into the oven a ham but came out a pig again. The only thing added to this pic is the cherry for the eye. There are four things that baffle and amaze me:  the births of my children, the chili cook off I won in spite of the fact I don't cook, the phone call I won from Amy Grant which never came, and this ham.