Sharing the Light by Monique Gray Smith can be used as a journal writing prompt or as a guide for a discussion group.
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by Monique Gray Smith
On this blog, neurodivergent (dyslexic) author Leanne (Willetts) Dyck ("dihck") publishes her short stories for adults and children. She is writing (picture books and middle grade fiction) for children, (memoirs and upmarket fiction) for adults and knitting books. Thank you for visiting and sharing this blog. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Sharing the Light by Monique Gray Smith can be used as a journal writing prompt or as a guide for a discussion group.
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Some children like the challenge of spelling bees. Some children enjoy testing their abilities against others. Some children enjoy spelling bees. Me?
"Class," my teacher says, "line up in front of the blackboard. We are going to have a spelling bee."
I find my spot at the end of the line. I stand there with my head down. Trying to disappear.
"Tom, spell..."
Tom easily spells the word.
The teacher smiles.
Tom stands taller.
"Sally spell..."
Student after student is tested and remains standing.
"Leanne, spell..."
My heart pounds in my chest. But I hear the word. The problem isn't with my hearing. My challenge is identifying the letters in the word and putting them in the correct order.
I'm the first...to sit down.
My classmates snicker.
My teacher frowns.
Isn't that fun?
What did your parent think about your plans to become a writer?
A fashion magazine lay on our kitchen table. I reached for Flare, and something fell out.
"What's that?" Mom asked.
I kept my eyes on the magazine, on the dresses, and on other distractions. "I don't know."
"It's a career planner," Mom told me. "Occupations for the women of today, along with the education you require to obtain them."
What I was going to do after grade school weighed heavy in my seventeen-year-old brain. It crushed me.
"This is what you should do." She spread the pamphlet out in front of me.
"Writer? I can't be a writer."
"I would believe you if I didn't know that you write all the time."
"What publisher is going to want a writer who can't spell and doesn't know the rules about grammar or punctuation or—"
"Well, something in the publishing industry then."
"Yeah, I could be an editor and teach everyone how to spell the dyslexic way—backward and upside down."
Mom didn't laugh. She didn't even argue. She was stuck in my fantastical future.
But I knew better. I knew that some dreams, no matter how alluring, will never come true.