Way back in the late 80's I discovered that I'm dyslexic. By this time, I'd earned a B.A. in philosophy and history and a M.A. in English. Apparently, I'd found ways to cope.
In case you're wondering what dyslexia looks like to the dyslexic, here' an example. . .
I saw this headline on a Catholic news aggregate site:
"Jesuit university to buy Philly archbishop's residence"
My response, "How does a Jesuit university bully an archbishop's residence?!"
So, then my overactive imagination takes over and I start running scenarios through my head where a black-cassocked university building shoves a purple-surpliced mansion into his locker and gives him a wedgie.
Yea. That's how my brain "works." Go figure.___________________
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