The brief, professional version:
Jane Roper is the author of a memoir, Double Time: How I Survived–and Mostly Thrived–Through the First Three Years of Mothering Twins (St. Martin’s Press, 2012), and a novel, Eden Lake (Last Light Studio, 2011).  She received her MFA in fiction from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, and her writing has appeared on Salon, Babble, The Huffington Post, Poets & Writers, The Rumpus, Post Road and Salt Hill, and the forthcoming anthology Labor Day: True Birth Stories by today’s Best Women Writers (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2014). Jane lives in the Boston area with her husband, singer-songwriter Alastair Moock, and twin daughters.

The casual, long-winded version:*
I was born and raised in Fairfield, Connecticut, and spent the first 15 summers of my life in Maine, where my parents worked at and ran various summer camp programs. I graduated from Williams College (Magna Cum Laude, Phi Beta Kappa, Sic Semper Tyrannis), where I got an irrelevant but interesting degree in Anthropology.

After college, via a rather circuitous path, I settled into a career as an advertising copywriter (much to my own surprise) and began writing fiction and essays before and after hours. From 2002-2004, I attended the Iowa Writers Workshop, where I received my MFA in fiction writing.

Since then, I’ve returned to advertising and continue to write fiction and nonfiction whenever I can. (This has admittedly become more challenging since the birth of my twin daughters in December, 2006.)

Double Time, my memoir of parenting twins and dealing with clinical depression was published in 2012 by St. Martin’s Press. My first novel, Eden Lake, was published in 2011 by Last Light Studio.  My writing has appeared in such publications as Poets & Writers, Salon, Slate, The Rumpus, Post Road, Salt Hill and other places. For 5 years, I was a regular blogger for Babble.com

My husband is singer/songwriter Alastair Moock, and we live with our girls just outside of Boston. When I am not working, writing, mothering, grocery shopping, cooking or checking email, I can be found trying to read and promptly falling asleep.

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