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Full Name: Barbara Froman
Timezone: America/Chicago
Website: http://barbarafroman.wordpress.com
Biography: I’m a writer and musician whose early love of sound led to study at the Juilliard School’s Preparatory Division. I then went on to receive degrees in Music Composition from Ithaca College and Northwestern University. After a few career twists and publications, I became the Director of Mundelein College's Creative Writing Program, then taught Literature and Creative Writing at National-Louis University where I also acted as a consultant to National's graduate program in Written Communication. I’ve written fiction, non-fiction, drama, and poetry, placed in screenwriting competitions, and was nominated for a Fringe First at the Edinburgh Fringe. In 2011, my novel SHADOWS AND GHOSTS won the Fairleigh Dickinson/Serving House Books First Book Prize in prose and was subsequently published by Serving House Books. When I’m not writing, I’m blogging, practicing, composing, reading, or watching movies....

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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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