Author Bio

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At age 11, Shai Adair wrote her first poem. Others followed, later accompanied by songs and stories. Through her teen years and into college, she played guitar and sang at churches and various events, only turning to writing longer, nonmusical works in her late 30's. 

Shai Adair grew up as Shannon Hockett in a city called Port Angeles on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington State. She moved to Wenatchee, Washington, where she spent her teen years and graduated from Wenatchee High School in the mid 1980’s. For college she returned to the Pacific Northwest coast, graduating in the mid 1990’s from Northwest College (now Northwest University) in Kirkland, Washington, with a degree in Biblical Literature and a minor in music.

Shai progresses her writing work from her residence in the Pacific Northwest where she lives with her family; her husband, Terry Schmautz, and their three girls.

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