N.W.BOYER…Christian Author

Books by Nancy W. Boyer

Adventures of Willy Worm makes a debut

It is my pleasure  to share with you my first book in a new Nanny Adventure series.  The book title is Willy the Worm.

Willy the green worm decides he is going to climb out of his hole and see the world.  He is tired of living in a damp, unhappy place. Willy demonstrates what life can be like when one just needs courage and a strong will-power.    This book helps young people from about age 8-12 think about different cultures…the likeness and differences…as they journey with Willy on a very challenging adventure.

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Mental Health….and bullying…the living hell

My goal as a retired teacher has been to write books that help young people and their parents with those informative years that are so crucial.  I just read an article about  young people who lived just outside of London where a teacher stepped in and probably saved a life.

You may have a child, a grandchild, a niece or nephew that is going through the same hell that this person put another young person through when they were young.   Yes, bullying comes in many forms.  The old adage that “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” is certainly not true.

In the case of this bullied teen, it is wonderful that she was able to rise above it and have a productive life. So many other young people do not and feel as the girl describes in the article below.   Our prayer for all young people and older people who need mental emotional health screening and help is that they will speak out and receive the help that they deserve.  They need to know it is not shameful to share their feelings.

Sometimes these difficulties surface later in life.  The people closest to this person that they love are bewildered to what really happened to make such drastic changes in him or her.   I’m certain that everyone who has lost a child that somehow went down this slippery slope will certainly agree that there is a great need in our society today worldwide.

Charlotte Lait wrote the article below.   It is shared here in its entirety.  This article is so brutally honest.  I challenge you to read it in its entirety. At the end is a video about young people and mental health.  Since the article was written about  young people growing up in England, we share with you the thoughts of  a very famous person who speaks of the need for better mental health.  We certainly need this same emphasis here in the U.S. before our children are lost to a darkness that is difficult to change.

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“Fatty, fatty, bom, bom!” I screamed, and the other 12-year-old girls around me laughed hysterically. We pointed, laughed some more, shouted out similar chants, as we ran around our school’s racing track. There were five of us, and our energy was focused on one girl, running alone, tears welling up and nobody to help her. She was our victim; she was no match for the collective energy of a group of self-appointed “cool girls.”  We let the girl overtake us on the track while we ripped her apart in private conversation.

“Her boobs look so weird, she can’t even run with them.”

“She got her period so young, there must be something wrong with her.”

As the girl continued running, boys from our grade walked by on their way to soccer practice. Perfect timing for us, as we watched them shame her body too, echoing our sentiment, validating that we had a right to our behavior. The girl, named Felicity, nickname Flick, continued running.

A lot of people assume that when kids are mean, they don’t really know what they’re doing; that they’re harmless, really. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I knew how it would affect Flick, because I’d been a victim of it for years.

From when I was seven to 13, I had no friends. None, absolutely none. And I wasn’t just left alone to quietly get on with life; kids made fun of me constantly. I had headgear (followed by all other kinds of lisp-inducing braces), horrendous granny-floral glasses and, best of all, warts. A ton of warts on my hands and arms.

Not only was I visually destined to be an elementary school outcast, but pretty soon my personality changed to fit the profile, too. I wouldn’t understand for many years later that people, particularly kids, absorb the identities they are given by others.

I subconsciously developed nervous tics, including counting everything I did in eights, right down to the pieces of toilet paper I used. I obsessively repeated whatever people said to me under my breath, over and over again until someone else spoke to me and I’d change the sentence.

One afternoon, aged 10 in the girl’s locker room (a place designed for bad things to happen) I became so frustrated with the other girls sharing inside jokes I wasn’t a part of, and so paranoid they were talking about me, I slammed the hairbrush I was holding onto the floor. It terrified the girls, only making them more inclined to shout “freak.”

It terrified me, because I felt like one.

So it was pretty great for me when Flick showed up in school. Finally, I wasn’t the biggest weirdo in town. I was pretty relieved everyone seemed to be bored with picking on me, and had moved on to something else.

In my school, tormenting others was the top social currency. I soon realized that not only did I need Flick to distract people from my own inadequacies, but if I joined in with everyone else, maybe I’d finally be accepted.

So there I was, chasing her around the running track, making her sob, breaking her down mentally, like there was no tomorrow. Like I didn’t know what that felt like.

The irony was, of course, I didn’t really like the cool kids. I had nothing in common with them, and they with me. The person I liked the most, if I was honest with myself, was this girl I made cry every day.

When we first met, at the school’s “Welcome Day” for new students, Flick seemed so comfortable in her own skin, so at peace with herself that she gave off a magnetic energy. She wore one of those Lizzie McGuire-esque rainbow tie dye tops, and pink jelly sandals (which I was obsessed with, and my parents never let me get). I’d never met anyone my age like that, and I so desperately hoped that she would overlook my shortcomings, and just like me.

I only stopped bullying Flick when a teacher forced me. The teacher was cool, young, and most of the preteen girls saw her as an older cousin. It made it all the more humiliating when we were made to apologize to Flick and reprimanded for our shameful behavior. Later, we discussed how we couldn’t believe Flick lied and said we were bullying her. She obviously wanted attention.

Too scared of punishment to go near Flick, the girls soon turned their cruelty onto me. I was so, very livid—hadn’t I proved myself to be just like them by now? What had all that effort been for?

Everything came to a head the summer before eighth grade when I was invited to a sleepover party with just a few of the girls. I picked out my clothes and PJs meticulously. Maybe I’d fool them into thinking I’d gotten cool over the summer.

That night, the girls were unrelenting. It became very clear that I was simply there because they weren’t  allowed to watch TV past 9 p.m.

They took chocolate cake and wiped it over my face, and I let them. We played one game, I can’t remember the rules for it, but I ended up naked and they laughed at how I had no breasts. I was confused—hadn’t we laughed at Flick for having breasts? I took my things into a corner and slept backward in my sleeping bag so the hood would cover my face and they wouldn’t be able to draw things on me while I slept. They put my hand in a bowl of hot water so I wet myself.

When my mother drove me home the next day, I cried hysterically and wouldn’t tell her what happened. When school started the next week, it was very clear to the class that I’d been demoted.

It didn’t take long for Flick to offer to be my friend. She’d gotten herself some of her own by that point — other girls who’d been bullied, they were sort of forming a club — and they took me in. There were no questions, no conditions; I wasn’t reverted to the bottom of a food chain because with them there wasn’t one.

It turned out that not only did Flick and I have a lot in common, we were pretty normal teenage girls; boy-obsessed, emotional, big on daydreaming. We shared secrets, we made each other scrapbooks.

Once we took the train from our suburb into London by ourselves, without permission, and way too young. As soon as we frolicked out of the station, I remembered my mom would be picking me up in half an hour from her house, so we frolicked right back onto the train. I thought we were the coolest girls in the world.

Years later and eating dinner at Flick’s house, her kid sister burst out, “Didn’t you used to bully Flick?”

As I sat, frozen in shame, Flick replied, “Yeah… how embarrassing for her!” She winked at me, a familiar expression. That night, I gave her a long-overdue apology.

“When it happened to me, I wanted to die sometimes,” I said.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I know what you mean.”

Fast-forward to today, and my best friend is essentially winning at life. She graduated from the University of Cambridge (yes, that is Cambridge) after a year of volunteering in Uganda. She survived a motorcycle crashing into her in Kampala and now calls it a “funny story.” She was elected into a full-time job as the President of Cambridge’s Student’s Union. She got her nose pierced. She still loves rainbow-colored anything. She now works with a teenage girl with Asperger’s Syndrome as her classroom aid.

And last summer, I walked down the aisle as her maid of honor, and watched her marry a loving man who is her equal in kindness and strength.

I had boyfriends in school but I call Flick my “first love” because she was the first person in my life who chose to love me. I wasn’t her family; I was a girl who had made her life hell for a long time. Our lasting friendship continues to teach me the power women gain when we forgive and lift each other up.

In one of the scrapbooks Flick and my other first friends made me, I wrote a note in the back page to myself:

“These are the best friends ever, you are too lucky to have them.

Never take them for granted

Always treat them with respect

Love them for what they are — themselves.”

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It appears that in Britain, even royalty is  reaching out to the parents and children about mental health and the need to lower the stigma that is sometimes involved with seeking mental and emotional health.   We at Boyer Writes commend you.

Books by N. W. Boyer to help young people with decision making , self-esteem and bullying.

LINK TO N.W. BOYER BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE


Two New Nanny Books…by N. W. Boyer

Author and Illustrator of the Nanny Book Series  Nancy W. Boyer

Author and Illustrator of the Nanny Book Series
Nancy W. Boyer

I’m happy to share with you the two new books from my Nanny Book Series.

Why  Nanny Books?    I am Nancy, the author and illustrator, who is called “Nanny” by my grandchildren.  My inspiration for these books is that as a Christian writer I believe that parents and grandparents are looking for some inspirational books…especially those that help young people with problem solving as well as  developing excellent values and ethics.

Previous books have been  Linda Long Legs,  Betty Big Ears, Bobby Big Brain  that deal with self-esteem and finding one’s gifts and talents.

The two new books are  Running Away Rita best for older young people, ages 8-14. Rita has to adjust to a new situation and this book helps young people understand how to do that. Most young people will identify with her feelings.

How to be Happy for Young People, for ages 6-10 is a brightly colored book that will appeal to various age groups with some advise and questions to be discussed after reading. 

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Parents, Grandparents, and educators who work with young people may want to take a look at the books mentioned at the following site: Nanny Books on Amazon     They are available in the U.S.A and major countries around the world.  Kindle readers will also find them at Amazon.


Author Nancy W. Boyer adds new book to Nanny Book Series

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Being an educator, I have had the privilege to understand the parts of life that gives students the most difficulty.I know parents and grandparents are concerned that the young people they love develop the best attributes in decision-making and in moral character.

This is why I have written and illustrated another of my Nanny Book Series.  I am happy to announce a new book…the 5th book to add to the others listed below.  It is my hope that you will pass this blog on to the family members and friends who may find them beneficial and would like to order for gifts to young people.

TERRI TENNIS SHOES

This is to help young people (ages 7-14) to think seriously about their decision-making and moral values.  The end of the book has questions that parents or educators can read and discuss with their young people.  (Available as a hard copy and on Kindle)

CLICK FOR TERRI TENNIS SHOES

 

 

ballet long legsOther books in the series are:

  • LINDA LONG LEGS which helps in identifying one’s best talent even though it may take some heart-ache and disappointment. Self-esteem building is an important part of this book.
  • BETTY BIG EARS   Another self-esteem book for the child who must learn to be happy with her/himself.   The book shows how friends can help with problems in school and at home.

BOBBY BIG BRAIN    It can be a problem when other students think that if you are extremely smart that you are different.  See how Bobby turns his problem into a time to show leadership.  This is a spin-off from Betty Big Ears.

  • MORGAN MONSTER   (best for children 4-9)   All children have some fears…fear of the dark…fear of being alone etc.   This book helps younger children with coping  with a problem that many have to face as they grow up.
  • All books are available in paperback or on Kindle  at this link:

BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE

 

 

 

 

 

 


Nancy W. Boyer introduces new book…….Terri Tennis Shoes

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I am happy to share with my readers a new book for young people.

Terri Tennis Shoes is the fifth in my Nanny Book Series. The purpose of this series is to help young people and their parents and teachers deal with problem areas of character development, self-esteem, and good decision-making.  This is appropriate for those in grades 3-7.   Questions for discussion are listed at the end of the story.

Terri Tennis Shoes and four others are available on Amazon (paperback or kindle)

Click for  Details of all the Nanny Book Series by Nancy W. Boyer

Other books in the series:  Linda Long Legs, Bobby Big Brain, Betty Big Ears, Morgan Monster

Thank you for looking.  Any comments and reviews will be appreciated.


Introducing a new Kindle Book: Linda Long Legs

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LINDA LONG LEGS

It is my pleasure to introduce a new Kindle Book,  LINDA LONG LEGS available on Amazon   (click here to view)

This is the second in a series of self-esteem books written to help young people find their talents and identity in this difficult world.    The first book in this series was  BETTY BIG EARS also available on Amazon as an e-book and a hard copy

We hope you will pass this information along to family and friends who have young people who may benefit from this book.  It is also an excellent source for parents and  educators to engage young people in meaningful conversations.

Nancy W. Boyer, Author