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\u201cI was born with an overwhelming love for stories. Fairytales, fiction, non-fiction, I didn\u2019t care, just as long as someone was willing to tell me a story — or read to me until I was old enough to do so for myself. That was early on! I remember lazing away hours, as a kid, my imagination lightfooting amongst the pirates and princes, gypsies and hoboes, wild horses, The Hardy Boys mysteries (much more interesting to that tomboy than Nancy Drew!), and most beloved of all, my grandmother\u2019s collection of Gene Stratton Porter\u2019s books — history, natural history, and fiction, all rolled into one. They\u2019re strange reading for a kid, the language is not that of Disney or MTV, but I loved losing myself with the Girl of the Limberlost<\/em> and Freckles<\/em>. I wanted to be like Porter when I grew up…and didn’t miss by all that far …\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cI was born with an overwhelming love for stories. Fairytales, fiction, non-fiction, I didn\u2019t care, just as long as someone was willing to tell me a story — or read to me until I was old enough to do so for myself. That was early on! I remember lazing away hours, as a kid, my imagination lightfooting amongst the pirates and princes, gypsies and hoboes, wild horses, The Hardy Boys mysteries (much more interesting to that tomboy than Nancy Drew!), and most beloved of all, my grandmother\u2019s collection of Gene Stratton Porter\u2019s books — history, natural history, and fiction, all rolled into one. They\u2019re strange reading for a kid, the language is not that of Disney or MTV, but I loved losing myself with the Girl of the Limberlost and Freckles. I wanted to be like Porter when I grew up…and didn’t miss by all that far …\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":62,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-feature"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34\/revisions\/140"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/62"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/example.morgansites.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}