Writing our World Press, established in 2004, is an independently owned, Chicago-based publishing company specializing in
biography, non-fiction, fiction, and children's and women's literature.
Writing our World Press was founded by literacy advocate, former presidential diarist, journalist, and newspaper publisher
Janis F. Kearney.
Writing our World Press publishes one-three titles per year.
Writing our World Press is not currently taking new authors. Interested authors may, however, submit questions to
janis@writingourworldpress.com.
Writing our World Press is a member of Independent Publishers of America.
Writing our World Press relaunched it's new site in June, 2006. Click on the link to see the original home page of the relaunch.
Janis F. Kearney, a native of the southeast Arkansas delta, is a writer, lecturer and oral historian who served as personal diarist to President William Jefferson Clinton and was publisher of the award-winning Arkansas State Press Newspaper, formerly owned by civil rights legend Daisy Gatson Bates, of the 1957 Central High Crisis.
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By Janis F. Kearney A book that “had to be written, and needs to be read...” President William Jefferson Clinton spent most of his youth in the city of Hot Springs, Arkansas, located almost halfway between the state capital, where he would spend the balance of his adult life, and his birthplace, Hope, Arkansas. It was 1953 when <<read more...>> |
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By Janis F. Kearney Until I was seven, my life pretty much mirrored that of other poor children I knew. In 1960, things changed dramatically when I was inducted into the world of Daddy’s cotton field. At seven, I became one more field hand, responsible for helping my father produce his yearly cotton crops. Like my siblings, I entered into an unwritten 10-year service contract that ended when a child graduated from high school and went on to college or <<read more...>> |
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By Frank K. Ross, as told to Janis F. Kearney When he first set foot on American soil in 1951, Frank K. Ross was a wide-eyed 7-year-old, dazzled by his first airplane ride and the cars, lights and snow of New York. He didn't quite know what to make of it. It was certainly a strange new world, far different from the small towns and sugar fields of his native St. Kitts. But, armed with strong West Indian <<read more...>> |