breathing for the brain
Omri, now at the end of second grade, and his parents had traveled more than an hour to get to the clinic. I had been forwarded the assessment that had been done before entering school. It was a long document. Basically spelling out that he would have problems...
A ray of sunshine
Do you think you can help my child? Again and again I hear this question and each time I tremble anew and wonder if i can. Do I know the answer to that question? I know that the solution will not come from any textbook and so where do I find the answers? By...
a stormy night
He called and sounded desperate. "I am dyslexic! Have heard that you teach reading and will tell my story when I meet you. Can you help me?" Never sure how to answer this question I answered with."When do you want to come?"He must have been in such despair about...
Photographer
There was absolutely no question of whom to invite to take photographs for the blog. The talented photographer is Noam Rivkinfenton and I thank you Noam for all the years that we spent together and taught each other so much. Noam is/was one of those so called...
Every Student is My Teacher
"You can do better." This sentence rings in my brain over and over again. Something that I was told endless times and all my school life, I could never understand what the teachers meant. I tried and tried and tried but nothing ever changed. I was told by my parents...