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Kathie Truitt grew up in the tiny Ozarks town of El Dorado Springs, Missouri. She started her writing career as soon as she could form sentences, spending hours journaling stories in the Big Chief tablet provided her grandmother. By 6th grade she was writing and producing plays for her class.

After graduation she attended Missouri State University - for about 2 minutes - before running off and marrying her high school sweetheart.

She spent over 20 years as a radio personality and when her show first became an Arbitron-rated number 1 show she publicy thanked her teachers that said she'd 'never amount to hill o' beans because she couldn't shut up in class.' In 1996 she received the honor of being crowned Mrs. Missouri - in which afterward she promptly went up to her hotel room and changed a dirty diaper.

One spring day in 2001, Kathie's husband Jay announced he'd accepted a position on the East Coast and a few weeks later, he dragged her kicking and screaming to that den of iniquity some call Washington, D.C.

Those first few years were more than rough when the Truitt's moved to their neighborhood. After being the victim of a crazy neighbor lady that stalked them for 5 years, they were forced to move to another county for their safety. This was the basis for Kathie's first novel, "False Victim" in which she not only sold the movie rights, but it was also a featured segment on Investigation Discovery.

Kathie's second book "The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe" is a much lighter, more fun novel that has been compared to 'Fried Green Tomatoes'. It's set for release on March 27th.

Kathie maintains a blog, aptly called 'Hillbilly Debutante: Musings of a Country Girl Stuck in the City'. 

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