Danna Smith attributes her love of words to her grandparents. Her grandmother wrote poetry and owned a clunky typewriter that the young Smith adored. “She allowed me to type on it. I started writing as soon as I could read,” Smith says. “I thought it was a dream come true because I’m a nerd.” Her grandfather owned a special pen that he kept in the pocket of his shirt. “I was the only [grandchild] who could use it because he knew how much I loved writing.” Smith’s uncle gave her an ear for rhyme as she bounced on his knee listening to his funny impromptu rhyming stories. More…
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