{"id":191,"date":"2021-02-06T17:50:21","date_gmt":"2021-02-06T21:50:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/?page_id=191"},"modified":"2021-02-18T13:02:04","modified_gmt":"2021-02-18T17:02:04","slug":"about-me","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/\/a-world-of-words\/about-me\/","title":{"rendered":"About me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide is-stacked-on-mobile is-style-twentytwentyone-border\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"999\" src=\"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/monica-headshot-by-M-Skinner-1024x999.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-85 size-full\"\/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"has-large-font-size\">This is me. This picture was not taken on a writing day. This was one of those days when I swim, kayak, ski, hike, dig in the mud, watch wildlife, hug trees, play with the dog, or fly a kite.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-left\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide has-media-on-the-right is-stacked-on-mobile is-style-twentytwentyone-border\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"my habitat\" class=\"wp-image-201 size-full\" srcset=\"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-768x512.jpg 768w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow-1568x1045.jpg 1568w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/deersnow.jpg 1728w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<p class=\"has-large-font-size\">I live in a tiny community near Pictou, Nova Scotia, Canada. My house is surrounded by forests and fields and brooks and flora and fauna &#8211; including these deer, who visit in winter to dine on frozen apples.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>I have  written ten non-fiction books and hundreds of newspaper and magazine articles, short fiction, a bit of poetry and I have been working on the same novel on and off for ten years. I wrote my first &#8220;book&#8221; at the age of five, on the back of a Christmas card. It took a few more decades to actually be published, after I had worked for newspapers for several years and discovered that people and places are so very interesting. I wanted to discover the stories of people past and present, and then I wanted to tell their stories. I still do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>See more about my writing on the &#8220;Books and More&#8221; page. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was born in Corner Brook, Newfoundland &amp; Labrador,  where I lived with my family until we moved to  Saskatchewan when I was two. Then we moved to a tiny island off the Quebec north shore in time for me to start school in the two-room schoolhouse; to a town in La Gasp\u00e9sie, Quebec, until I was in high school, and to Cape Breton &#8211; where I graduated from high school. I received an undergraduate degree from St. Francis Xavier University in Antigonish, NS, and settled in Pictou County. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As well as writing, I have worked (in no particular order and much of it part-time and\/or temporary!) as a house cleaner, babysitter, lifeguard, swim instructor, camp counsellor, advocate for persons with disabilities, a personal caregiver, market gardener, election worker, assistant postmaster, reporter-photographer, bus cleaner, festival coordinator, woodlot manager&#8230;..  I have probably left something out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With all that, I should be wealthy, but I&#8217;m not &#8211; unless I count experiences.   <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have a husband, grown-up kids, grandkids, and a dog, Ted, who likes kayak trips. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-style-default\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-282\" srcset=\"http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-1024x576.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-300x169.jpg 300w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-768x432.jpg 768w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-1536x864.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak-1568x882.jpg 1568w, http:\/\/monicagraham.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/ted-kayak.jpg 1920w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is me. This picture was not taken on a writing day. This was one of those days when I swim, kayak, ski, hike, dig in the mud, watch wildlife, hug trees, play with the dog, or fly a kite. I live in a tiny community near Pictou, Nova Scotia, Canada. 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