Welcome to Our Safe Space 

This is a safe place for anyone who’s ever felt unseen — for the parents lying awake wondering how to help, the teachers searching for the right words, and the children who just want to be understood.

I share my truth here — what life looked like through my eyes as a dyslexic child, and what it still feels like as an adult walking through it every day. I’m also a mother to a beautiful son who has dyslexia, and I see the world now through both our eyes — his learning, my remembering, our growing together.

You’ll find real stories here — the struggles, the prayers, the breakthroughs, and the moments that still hurt but heal at the same time.

If you’ve ever felt lost, alone, or unsure where to turn… you belong here.

Whether you’re here to share your story, find guidance, or just follow along — welcome.

You’re not alone anymore.

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 What’s Coming Next on When the Letters Danced

There’s still so much I want to share — moments I’ve lived through, lessons I’m still learning, and stories I wish someone had told me sooner. This space will soon hold more of those pieces.

You’ll find posts about what it’s really like growing up with dyslexia when no one around you understands — and what it feels like to raise a child walking that same path. I’ll talk about the little victories that often go unseen, the days when the words blur and self-doubt tries to win, and the quiet miracles that show up in between.

For the teachers searching for new ways to reach a struggling student — I’ll share insight from both sides of the desk: from the little girl who once hid her pain to the mother who now helps her son find his light.

For the parents — I’ll write about the heartbreak and the hope, the guilt that whispers, and the grace that answers back. You are not alone in this.

And for anyone who’s ever felt “different,” “too much,” or “not enough” — I’ll write for you, too. Because the world needs your kind of magic, your brave heart, your story still being written.

So stay close. More is coming — more truth, more love, more light.
*Because even when the letters dance, there’s beauty in the motion.

 Important Message Before I Begin Posting

Before I begin sharing my story, I want to make something very clear — this is not a place for blame or bashing anyone.

This space was never created out of anger. It was created out of love, truth, and understanding — a space to help others see what life was like through the eyes of a little girl with dyslexia, growing up in a world that didn’t yet understand it.

I’ve had so many wonderful teachers who truly meant the world to me. They made me feel loved, seen, and special, even during a time when there was very little information or training about dyslexia. Back then, teachers and schools simply weren’t given the tools or knowledge they needed — but they did the best they could with what they had.

Now, in 2025 as a 46-year-old woman and a mother of a son with dyslexia, I can see this journey from both sides. I’ve lived it as a child, and I’ve lived it again as a mother. I’ve seen how far we’ve come — school systems have improved, and there’s more awareness today than ever before — but there’s still so much more that needs to change.

I can say that from experience. I had to make the difficult decision to pull my own son from the school system and homeschool him because of that same lack of understanding and support I once faced myself. I’ll be sharing more about that as we go along — because it’s a big part of this story too.

This is not a story of blame — it’s a story of growth, grace, and hope. My heart is to help others understand, to open eyes, and to inspire change — not just for the next generation of students, but for the teachers and parents walking beside them.

With love, respect, and deep gratitude for every teacher, parent, and child finding their way —
Brandy 🤍

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