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    I Knew I Was a Girl: A Memoir in Poetry
    I Knew I Was a Girl: A Memoir in Poetry
    I Knew I Was a Girl: A Memoir in Poetry
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    I Knew I Was a Girl: A Memoir in Poetry

    By Christine Quarnström

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    Chicago native, Christine Quarnström, is the mother of five and grandmother of seven. A retired teacher, Chris lives in southern California with her second husband, Lee, and their beloved Welsh corgi, Rose. This is Christine's first book of poetry.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCentral Park South Publishing
    Release dateOct 19, 2020
    ISBN9781735296463
    I Knew I Was a Girl: A Memoir in Poetry
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    Christine Quarnström

    Christine Quarnström, a Chicago native, likes to say she wrote "Good-bye" in the January snow and headed for Los Angeles. That was when she transferred from Purdue University to USC where she earned her teaching degree, settled down to raise a family of five, and then teach middle school for almost twenty years. Chris sings in a Whittier-based master chorale, Chorale Bel Canto. Retired now, she lives in La Habra, California, with her second husband, journalist/writer, Lee Quarnström, and their adored Welsh corgi, Rose.

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