1918 - 2002
Author and Psychotherapist
There was something wrong with my brain. What had previously been a shadowy suspicion that hovered on the edge of consciousness became certain knowledge the year I was nine and entered fourth grade. I seemed to be like other children, but I was not like them; I could not learn to read or spell.
- Poets in their Youth: A Memoir
- Reversals: A Personal Account of Victory over Dyslexia
- Orphans: Real and Imaginary
- Guggenheim Fellowship for Creative Arts, US & Canada