A born and raised Husker, Claire made her way to Kansas City after graduating from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She met her husband, Scott (a KC native and Mizzou grad), her second year here. Fortunately for their marriage, Nebraska left the Big XII the year they got hitched, so they are a house only slightly divided. Both Claire and Scott are high school educators; she teaches English while he often schools her in history. After starting their family in Overland Park, they decided to move south to Olathe with their two small children (Evan 4 & Abbie 2) in early 2018 and haven't looked back. Currently, Claire is fortunate to teach part-time, so she gets to be with their kids quite a bit. She regularly spends time advocating for early childhood education/intervention and is always looking for ways to become more civically engaged. Claire loves cheering on the Huskers and the Royals, staying up way too late, date nights with Scott (especially if there is sushi involved), learning about native plants and conservation, reading five books at once, writing, contemplating the deeper issues of Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, and listening to her kids giggle together. Catch some of those giggles on Instagram @clairebear_kc.

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