From a farming town of 6,000 to the bright lights of a city of 3 million — then back again. Met her husband of many years in high school. This all sounds quite all-American, but Barbara Fletcher is pure Canadian, thank you very much.
OZY’s Good Sh*t editor has made a career of curation and content strategy, working with words in the context of Web since the ’90s. She’s spent time in many a corner of business and journalism, but most of all, it’s the living she’s done that makes her so OZY. Barb is a real live poet — they still exist! — who traded versions of her one and only book-length manuscript with teacher D.M. Thomas via mail because he refused to email. But this Anglophile/Scot-ophile is no luddite: A tech nerd too, she could once build a website from scratch. That said, she can’t figure out how to turn on the television. When her husband travels, he leaves her how-to notes.
Barb is a happy non-mom who has almost given up one of her favorite (excuse us, favourite) things in life — seeing live music — because chit-chatting smartphone-wielding audiences have become so damn thuggish. When she’s not beaming into OZY edit meetings via Google Hangout or finding the freshest stuff for Good Sh*t devotees to devour, she is probably in a spin class, hiking or wandering Toronto’s back alleys with her camera.