Jennifer Greenberg

I wrote my first creative non-fiction piece with a chewed-up Rugrats pencil in the children’s section of the Westmount Public Library. Emphasis on the word creative.

 

The librarian’s instructions were simple: write about your winter vacation.
 

My wonderfully whimsical account of our family ski trip to Vermont was akin to that of Charlie Bucket’s, only my glass elevator was a chairlift ride to a world of pure imagination. I was fascinated by everything and everyone around me. It all felt so important. It needed to be documented. As a natural storyteller (and a weird kid), I started writing…

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…and never stopped.

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Today, the travel features, music interviews, and personal essays that I publish are (mostly) rooted in reality. Though I never lost my whimsy.  

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I never plan to.

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