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October is National Bullying Prevention Month

To bring awareness to the problem that is bullying, I have decided to post stories of bullying from anyone who’d like to share their experience, offer advice, or just join with us in an effort to end bullying.


As an early childhood educator, it comes down to one important word: RESPECT

This a lesson I teach to my 4 and 5 year olds–and if they can get it, anyone can.

(sung to “Respect” by Aretha Franklin)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T break it down what does it mean?

R is for Rainbow. We are all different, just like the colors of a rainbow. But when the colors combine, they create beauty, and even more colors.

E is for Empathy. I care about others’ feelings and how I make them feel. Is it hurtful or helpful?

S is for Sharing. If I have more than one, you can have one too.

P is for being Polite. Manners show respect.

E is for Everyone. We include everyone.

C is for Caring. Kindness begins with me.

T is for Talking. I can solve my problems by using my words.

Want bullying to stop? Then we must teach respect.

Fellow author, SM Rose, shares his #bullying story with us.


Thank you, SM. For some, the need to feel better about themselves drives them to bring others down. Sadly this doesn’t always end with the teen years.

Be strong. Be informed. Join the movement. Stop bullying.

Life experiences · Teen Pregnancy · Writer

I Am A Published Author!

After six months of starting the self publishing process, I pushed the button to accept my cover and manuscript for publication.The_Total_Deconstruc_Cover_for_Kindle
The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson is a straight-forward memoir about my teen pregnancy. The book is a great resource for teen girls, counselors, and parents of teen girls. I wrote this book to help teenage girls who suffer with low self-esteem to choose their youth  and learn to be happy with who they are. I needed a boyfriend to feel good about myself. That mindset led to my eventual deconstruction and teen pregnancy. Topics addressed in the book include self-esteem, date rape, suicide, and teen pregnancy.  Statistics and consequences of teen pregnancy are provided with a clear view of the risks involved for the mother and child.

I would encourage all teen girls, especially those at-risk, to read this book.

“My legs traded off, jiggling to my high level of anxiety.

I shifted in my chair–comfort eluded me.

On one side, the school nurse.

on the other sat Sarah. She looked eerily calm.

The attending nurse walked into the waiting room with the results tucked in her hand. I jumped  out of my seat. Only a few feet away stood this woman in a smiley-face smock and she was holding my future…

‘I have good news,’ she said, ‘and bad news.’ She looked at my friend. ‘Sarah, you are not pregnant.’ Then, turning to me, she delivered the verdict without leniency.

‘Chloe, you definitely are.'” Excerpt from The Total Deconstruction of Chloe Wilson

“2000 teen girls in the US get pregnant every day.”

The link to my book on

Life experiences · Writer

An Author’s Dilemma


Two years ago I wrote the story of my teen pregnancy. I attended a writer’s conference and submitted it for review by an agent.  The agent said the manuscript was well written, tight, and could see a great need in the marketplace. She offered the advice to “add the fleas on the dog” and make more of the scenes come alive. I took her advice and diligently revised and edited each and every scene to make sure as many as the five senses were covered, as possible. That process spanned an entire year.

After critiquing every chapter with a published author, I felt my memoir was ready for the publishing world. I submitted a query to the agent who had given me such positive feedback and held my breath. She was kind enough to get back to me within 24 hours, but said, “While you did make each scene come alive, as I suggested, I didn’t love the book.”

At first I felt crushed. But after a day or so, I decided not to let it get me down and queried several agents and publishing houses. All had the same response, “Not what we are looking for at this time.”

“What the hell are they looking for?” I thought a well-written, highly marketable book was exactly what publishers want.

After much nudging from friends, family, and other authors, I have decided to self-publish. CreateSpace was highly recommended by other self-publishers. A fickle publishing industry isn’t going to determine my publishing fate. I’ll leave that up to the marketplace and actual readers.

I will update the progress of my book release as the time gets nearer. Cross your fingers and wish me luck!

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A person I know recently posted some pictures of a scantily dressed young woman pole dancing at a breast cancer event. While I’m sure it takes talent and upper body strength to pole dance, I found myself feeling sorry for that girl, and for the bad memories the pics conjured of my teen years.
It was exactly those images that I wrestled with because I thought that’s what I had to look like for guys to like me. I put a huge emphasis on physical looks and completely ignored my self-esteem and self-worth. It was only after my teen pregnancy that I figured out that my worth as a woman had nothing to do with my physical appearance or the number of notches on my bedpost. I had to dig a little deeper.
Maybe I’m old fashioned and need to get off my soapbox. But I have to think that if that girl had any self-worth, she would find a way to help raise money for breast cancer with her clothes on.

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Introduction to The Caterpillar Girl

My name is Rebecca Carpenter. The fifth of nine children, I was born without any outward talents or inward self-esteem. Plain and quiet, I grew up believing that in order to be accepted, I needed boys to like me. And the only way to do that was to change my personality into a loud, flirtatious, fake.
But it wasn’t just the boys that I flirted with–fate was tempted until my actions caught up to me. Pregnant at the age of fifteen, my youth shattered into tiny pieces, never again to return.
My teen pregnancy became my wake up call. Like a jigsaw puzzle, I began the arduous task of constructing a new me. The process of figuring out who I was and where self-esteem really comes from became my new focus. And just like a caterpillar, I experienced my own metamorphosis. My plain outer shell transformed into a unique array of color, design, shape, and size.
But the greatest change occured on the inside. I realized that self-esteem originated from within me, not without. I learned to like myself, develop my hidden talents, and eventually even love myself. I don’t look in the mirror and see the most beautiful woman in the world, nor am I in love with myself. But I can view my reflection and be content with what I see and who I am.

I am a Caterpillar Girl.dreamstime_s_24918723.jpg