An Alamance County native, I grew up in Raleigh, married a man from Edenton, and raised a son with footprints across the mountain, piedmont, and coastal regions.

Faithful dogs, collard greens, bluegrass, baiting your own hook, oyster roasts, a good story told well, a festival for every vegetable, sitting a spell to talk, and barbecue rank high on my list of life’s necessities.

My home is the flawless orange glimmer of October light on my father’s Alamance County farm, the crisp aroma of a Chowan County field freshly cut to greet the day, the 30,000 square-foot horticultural palette of produce and plants at the State Farmers Market on Agricultural Street, the cobalt meeting place of heaven and asphalt across the Blue Ridge, the top of Jockey’s Ridge at hushed fading light, the still and storied Cape Fear River, bustling Uptown Charlotte, humming Downtown Raleigh, and Friday night fiddlin’ at Priddy’s General Store.

North Carolina is my home.

Regional culture, events and festivals, parks and nature, art and music, fashion and retail, food, farming, and gardening—plus all the creators, doers, makers, shakers, and artisans  behind the work—are at the center of my writing career.

I am a storyteller and I can help you tell yours.

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Freelance expertise includes:

Writing | Editing | Research | Web Content | Blog Posts | Book Reviews | Direct Mail | Brochures | Newsletters | Presentations | Press Releases | Product Descriptions, Releases, Manuals | Social Media Branding, Marketing, Management and Training | Email campaigns


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Twitter: @woodwritesNC

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Email: ncwriter (at) jenniferculbersonwood (dot) com

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