. . . into a western Canadian writer with a passion for justice and stewardship? Voracious reading, for a start.<\/p>\n
The family couch grew threadbare in spots as I spent hours and days stretched across it, engrossed in good (and bad) books. Like my mother before me, I discovered that words can transport to experiences far removed from fetching eggs and weeding soybeans\u2014or portray the everyday from new angles.<\/p>\n
My memories of high school centre<\/a> on a narrow, windowless closet where a handful of us pumped out the Southwest Reflector, <\/em>which expanded under our watch<\/a> to include a bulletin board of breaking news. Campus journalism figured similarly large in my post-secondary experience, first during two years at Dordt College in Iowa and then at Indiana University, where I earned an MA in journalism.<\/p>\n An internship at the Wall Street Journal <\/em>and a two-year stint at the award-winning Northfield News<\/em> honed my craft. Juggling city hall and sports reporting with the weekly paste-up marathon that predated electronic<\/a> page design, I learned the joys and anxieties of writing for an audience that cares deeply about what is said.<\/p>\n Moving to Alberta in the early \u201880s, I edited the City of Edmonton\u2019s staff newsletter and then became speech writer for the capital city\u2019s first and only woman mayor. After leading a range of projects while dabbling in teaching and parenting on the side, I quit the city in 1996 and launched Words that Sing, intent on tackling new challenges and diversifying my repertoire.<\/p>\n That\u2019s exactly what has happened. Books. Periodicals. Public relations. Leadership in the writing community. Running a neighbourhood newsletter. And more besides.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" . . . into a western Canadian writer with a passion for justice and stewardship? Voracious reading, for a start. The family couch grew threadbare in spots as I spent hours and days stretched across it, engrossed in good (and bad) books. Like my mother before me, I discovered that words can transport to experiences … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-669","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-about"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/669","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=669"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/669\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1006,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/669\/revisions\/1006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=669"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=669"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsthatsing.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=669"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}