Dear Bertha, Falling in the hole must have been painful. I know it hurt a lot when I broke my arm playing baseball. You were brave to stay in the hole all night and not get too scared. Love, Casey Dear Bertha, I am so sorry that you could not dance. I am not so great either. Love, Dani Dear Bertha, So what if you will never be an Olympic skater. You are really smart in school. That instructor needs to learn to be nicer to his students. Love, DJ Dear Bertha, You see, there are nice boys in the world that judge girls not by how they look but by how nice they are. Just like you Love, Katie and...
Dear Bertha, Falling in the hole must have been painful. I know it hurt a lot when I broke my arm playing baseball. You were brave to stay in the hole...
About the book Growing up was difficult for me being overweight, too quiet and really afraid to speak out in order to defend myself. In this book Bertha learns that she needs to let her voice be heard and no longer allows herself to be the scapegoat. Not everyone is beautiful, looks like a model or even dances like the pros, but everyone in the world every child and adult is good at something. Find out what your strengths are and build on them and success will be yours. Bertha also learns in this book how to deal with a family member s disease and how she and her sister Tillie work together...
About the book Growing up was difficult for me being overweight, too quiet and really afraid to speak out in order to defend myself. In this book Bert...
Driving down the rocky path I saw the overgrown grass, weeds and poison ivy overtaking the outer perimeter of the bushes. The smell of mildew, the stench of the dried bones of animals killed by cars along this dirt road coming up from the ground, the sadness on the faces of the drivers in the cars behind us; you could feel the pain and sorrow. As you looked inside the cars and saw the faces of the drivers, you began to wonder what they were thinking, their thoughts and feelings as they travelled down lifes highway, possibly for the very last time. What stories lie behind the faces behind the...
Driving down the rocky path I saw the overgrown grass, weeds and poison ivy overtaking the outer perimeter of the bushes. The smell of mildew, the ste...
The choices that you make today are the ones you will live with forever. As I drive through many different cemeteries you will hear the voices of those behind these stones. Some are old and worn while others are just beginning to fade as the memories of those teens whose names are on the stones. Bad Choices are made when teens become despondent, feel all alone, do not fit in or even just want to become popular at any cost to themselves or others. The ground is flat and filled with mold and mildew on some of the plots and stones while others are covered with moss. The newer graves that have...
The choices that you make today are the ones you will live with forever. As I drive through many different cemeteries you will hear the voices of thos...
