An endearing and empowering story that demonstrates that a learning difference like dyslexia doesn’t define who you are. Despite her struggles with reading and writing, Beatrice is a natural and brilliant storyteller. With the help of a kind-hearted teacher, Beatrice uses an old-fashioned tape recorder so she can speak her words and then play them back, as a technique for learning in whole new way. With her new approach, Beatrice is able to show her classmates who she really has been all along. This book is set in EasyReading, a dyslexia-friendly font.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Little Bea is a busy, busy bee. When the sun wakes up, so does she. Friends! She needs to visit them. Treats! She needs to share them. Chores! She needs to do them. Games! She needs to play them. The whole wide world! She needs to explore it before the sun goes to sleep. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Won't you come buzz along with Little Bea?

Tired of kindergarten, Bea Jones trades "jobs" with her father, who works in an office.

With a charming voice, winning characters, and a perfectly-woven plot, Kat Yeh delivers a powerful story of friendship and finding a path towards embracing yourself. Everything in Bea's world has changed. She's starting seventh grade newly friendless and facing big changes at home, where she is about to go from only child to big sister. Feeling alone and adrift, and like her words don't deserve to be seen, Bea takes solace in writing haiku in invisible ink and hiding them in a secret spot. But then something incredible happens--someone writes back. And Bea begins to connect with new friends, including a classmate obsessed with a nearby labyrinth and determined to get inside. As she decides where her next path will lead, she just might discover that her words--and herself--have found a new way to belong.

Although this book is fiction in that my daughter is not really a koala, it is nonfiction as well. This book tells the true story of a difficulty my daughter had at school, and how I helped her face her fear and grow in love by taking her to life’s instruction manual, the Word of God.

Lodging for University of Kentucky students in the 1950s was extremely difficult to find. And, the only alternative for some of them was to sleep inside of their cars. After a few nights of maximized discomfort, I chose to be a renter of one bed, a table, a table lamp and a sitting chair at Beas Rooming House at a reasonable rate of 7-dollars per week. In certain respects, it was the best decision of my life. But, in some other respects, maybe I should have stayed in the car.