SuperTinny
My dear mum, who I now suspect was dyslexic (compounded by very patchy schooling) used to write me weekly letters when I moved away from home.
She wrote as she spoke, with poor spelling, little or no punctuation and very few capital letters. Her handwriting was poor. It would sometimes take me a while to decipher what she was trying to say.
She was a voracious reader of historical romance novels, loved a word search book and never shied away from writing long informative (gossipy!) letters to me.
She recognised her own failings in this regard, but she never stopped trying and she often said if things had been different she would have loved to have been an English teacher.
Ah, that's a lovely memory of your dear mum, and what a kind, understanding teacher she would doubtless have been too.
So pleased she had so much pleasure from her writing and loved reading her novels. The friends we find between the pages help us so much!