You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur

One By One, Drops Fell From Her Eyes Like They Were On An Assembly Line - Gather, Fall, Slide...gather, Fall, Slide...each One Commemorating Something She Had Lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

A Good Boss Asks What Part She Could Have Played In The Problem. And Then She Asks Herself What She Can Do Better Next Time.

Do You Play Football For Pittsburgh? Then Why Are You Such A Steeler?!

Is My Name V? No... Then Why Would I Follow U?

My Goal Is To Teach Readers How To Treat And Respect Themselves And Each Other In An Entertaining Way. I Do That In All Of My Books.