Name Dyslexia
Given my name dyslexia, every time I go outside, I have to rehearse all four names beforehand in case I run into any of them.
Given my name dyslexia, every time I go outside, I have to rehearse all four names beforehand in case I run into any of them.
Casey is healthy, spunky and—at 13 1/2—still learning new tricks, like wagging his tail. Yet today I awoke vocalizing a name for my next dog.
Public Service Announcement: Help my article “Dear Customer Service: Thoughts While on Hold” go viral, so companies get the message! Please tweet, comment on it, share! Up until I first got my period, I was Susie. In high school, I was Sue. After reinventing myself in college, I became Susan. …
It all began with a tweet from MaMoosie, even though it originally began 50 years ago with a French kiss lesson. During one of my maladaptive, obsessive, neurotic checkings of Twitter messages, I see this retweet from one of my followers “MaMoosie” who knows I’m a writer: “’Writing is …