BIRTHDAYS, DYSLEXIA, GUARDIAN ANGELS, AND FAIRY TALES

You’d think after eight decades I would have figured it out. But here I am, on my 28th birthday and I realize I’m dyslexic. Which, of course, works to my advantage when it comes to birthdays. Maybe I really am 28. At least my mind thinks so even if my body doesn’t. In truth, when…

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