About J. J. DuBois
J. J. DuBois realized she was a writer in the third grade when a poem she wrote was chosen to be displayed at the county fair. It went like this:
He’s jolly and plump and ho ho ho’s.
Down the chimney he go, go, goes.
He’ll leave you presents under the tree
and ride away on Christmas Eve.
She stuck with her writing dream all the way through grad school, but when she started teaching, she pushed her writing dream to the back seat.
When she became a mother to a medically fragile child, her dream got locked in the trunk.
Now, she’s brushing off the cobwebs, spraying some Febreze on it, and seeing if she can bring it back to life.
When she’s not writing about the hard realities of the human experience, J. J. is busy trying to forget about them. She teaches middle and high school writing and literature, and tries to fill every day with magic and glitter, both metaphorically and literally. She loves unicorns, rainbows, shenanigans, glitter, flamingos, confetti, karaoke, tiaras, costumes, being a spectacle, making people laugh, taking selfies, people, parties, party people, introverts, and anything that is pink or sparkles.
