I didn't have a very supportive early education experience. In the Ireland of the 1980s, marching through a Christian Brothers academic regime, one was either an A student and heading to college or simply a warm body being moved through a system. Suffice it to say, I wasn't one of the successful, college bound, A students. As an adult I discovered I had a mild form of dyslexia. And while I love to read and write (and always have, despite the inauspicious formative years), both skills take me...