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Jessica Santina

Jessica Santina
Jessica Santina’s love for writing started the summer when she was 11. She and her father created their own hand-bound book of poetry that they’d written together, which they called “Pop & Kid: Collected Writings.” It’s this love of the written word that fuels Jessica’s business today as a freelance writer, editor and university instructor, as well as spending countless hours sharing beloved books with four-year-old daughter, Olivia. When she has a few minutes to herself – a rare gem – Jessica loves to cook, read chick-lit novels, watch cooking shows, and take long, leisurely walks that allow her to come up with blog ideas. Check out her blog for words of wisdom on writing and more.

What Do I Get For My $10?

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I’ve always been an active classroom volunteer at my daughter’s elementary school, but last year, as the changes with the Nevada School Wellness Policy started rolling out and I heard the desperate call for new board members on the school’s parent-faculty association, I decided that I wanted to be more …

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Where Are We Gonna Put All These Kids?!

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On my morning walks on the hills around my neighborhood in Sparks, I’ve lately been disgusted by an increasingly familiar sight. New houses. There’s nothing particularly disgusting about houses, per se. And while I consider myself pro-environment, I’m honestly not thinking to myself, “Oh, isn’t that awful, all that unspoiled …

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“Stop Being So Sensitive!”

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Pretty much since her birth, my daughter has been what we’ve called “extra sensitive.” She’s always hated loud noises or busy places. On her first birthday, when the cat accidentally sneaked out of the house, my raised voice of frustration spooked her so badly that my mom had to take …

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Why I Will Not Use Writing as a Punishment

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As I watched my daughter in her tumbling class a couple weeks ago, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on a conversation —because it was happening right next to me—between the mom sitting beside me and another mother. They were bemoaning the obstinate attitudes of their preteen girls, swapping ideas about …

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