Wynne Bissell

When I was in fourth grade my teacher pulled me aside. I was a dyslexic, shy, short child who was terrified by this one on one attention. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Elizabeth you have got talent," she typed up my work (to save me from the embarrassment of my spelling) and hung it on the door with the work of two A students. This pattern continued to high school when my ninth grade teacher told me I could be a writer if I wanted to but "you'd need an editor," she had said with a forced laugh. Now I'm a dyslexic, outgoing, tall woman who enjoys writing about deeply personal topics. It's funny how everything changes and everything stays the same.