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You have reached the official website of Charmaine Pappas Donovan, Poet & Writer. Welcome to my writing world!

WHERE A READER CAN FIND MY WORK:

My poetry and prose has been published in The Brainerd Dispatch, County Lines, Differing Visions, Dust & Fire, Encore, NFSPS Prize Poems; Her Voice, Lake Country Journal, The Moccasin, Park Rapids Enterprise, Poetry On, and Off, the Wall and The Talking Stick and Twenty Poets Celebrate the Lake Country.

Besides writing poetry, I write magazine articles and memoir, also short fiction. I once participated in the month-long, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), a November annual event.

 

About Char

Charmaine Donovan SpeakingCharmaine Pappas Donovan was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming at Laramie Air Force base. Her family traveled because of her dad’s military obligations until she was about two years old when they came to reside in Duluth, Minnesota.

Here, in an old family home perched on a hill overlooking Lake Superior, Donovan recalled her first early childhood memories. After finishing college under the GI Bill, her father began his first teaching stint in Willow River where Donovan attended school . . .

 

 

Winner of the 2011 Northeastern Minnesota Book Award

NEMBABookSeal-Winner

 

 

 

The Writer at her desk

The Writer at her desk

Looking for publicity pictures, I stumble upon this photo of myself the way I might discover a poem I don't remember writing. This has happened several times Although I know I wrote the piece in question, I am always left wondering a little about myself as a writer....

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My Husband’s Fiftieth High School Class Reunion

My Husband’s Fiftieth High School Class Reunion

Last year my husband received messages on his Email about his upcoming 50th High School Class Reunion. He sent notes back and forth to some of those classmates who organized the get-together. Although I attended two reunions of my high school class of ’70, the 20th...

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T is for Tumbled Dry

T is for Tumbled Dry

When my nephew read the title of my first collection of poetry, he thought perhaps it would be easier to say “tumble” rather than “tumbled.” But I explained that TUMBLED DRY stems from my experience of tumbling which occurred early in my life, therefore the word...

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