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1350396117_4469_meHello, and thanks for visiting. This used to be a blog that I kept good care of; now it is a link to work, past and present. I am a writer, editor and sometime photographer. I used to play rock and roll. I have two daughters. I’ve been to Ireland, Mexico and Australia; I live in Chicago, IL.

Work Experience: Writing and editing, AP Style, Chicago Manual of Style, web and print, online communications, e-marketing, newsletters, cluster brochures, print journals, magazines, annual reports, proofreading, copy writing, project management, social media; for associations, global marketing agencies and small design firms.

Interview: Mr. Grassroots on Obama, Alinsky, and the Chicago Way

obamaJohn Presta is the community organizer that Republicans have nightmares about. In fact, he wrote the book on it. Presta is the author of Mr. and Mrs. Grassroots: How Barack Obama, Two Bookstore Owners and 300 Volunteers Did It, an account of Obama’s ascent to the presidency from the ground up. [Continue]

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