Michele Gianetti, R.N. has rereleased her book I Believe in You, a retelling of her daughter Elizabeth’s childhood with Dyspraxia and SPD. One dollar for every book sold will be donated to Dyspraxia USA.
“A true read for anyone dealing with dyspraxia and its co-morbidity. The Gianettis are a strong family that dealt with adversity head on… This inspiring book is a must-read that makes you realize how the disorder affects the whole family and how love and dedication can allow the person with dyspraxia to succeed.”
I am the mother to a 17 year old who has Global Dypsraxia. Elizabeth has made amazing gains in her life with therapy and hard work.
I wrote this book about her life and journey with the hopes that sharing our story will help others on their own journeys, while raising awareness for her disorder and also to offer hope.
I thank Warren Fried for taking the time to write the backmatter for my book and for his support of our story.
FremantleMedia Enterprises (FME) has inked a deal with European toy distributor Giochi Preziosi for the master toy rights to the animated, interactive preschool series Tree Fu Tom, and the show has been picked up by a number of new broadcasters around the world.
The new master toy agreement will see Giochi Preziosi produce and distribute a range of Tree Fu Tom toys (action figures, playsets, role play items and vehicles), in the UK and across Europe. The toyco also has the exclusive toy rights across EMEA.
FROM traversing Faversham on her trike to growing her own food, Frances Beaumont is a grandmother on a mission.
The 68-year-old has been involved with environmental group Transition Town Faversham for three years as it tries to cut down on using fossil fuels. But it is not just the environment Frances is helping. As an occupational therapist, she has come out of retirement to set up Dyspraxia UK which supports people with the neurological condition.
Saturday, as the song goes, is a rugby day. For every rugger that means the shrugging off of our every-day facades and becoming, for a few brief hours, someone different. Investment bankers morph into bleeding-headed warriors, marketing experts throw themselves over heaped humanity with barrel chests, lawyers claw forward up the field with hands grabbing desperately at their ankles, and school teachers sit and spit blood from torn lips, eyes blinded by sweat. From the blow of the first whistle, to the final seconds before the sound of the last, and the beer swilled, mud caked drink-up that follows, we feel special. Other men, our friends and colleagues, sit at home at their televisions while we run through sleet and snow, rain and sun, braving the elements for the chance of a glory, few but us care about or understand.