Growing up in Omaha, Nebraska, I always had my nose shoved in a book. Teachers would tell me to put the book down and start paying attention in class. So I began to write stories of my own, carrying around this tattered green notebook, a hideous cow plastered the cover, with me everywhere. Wherever I went, I wrote. I’d write stories, poems, memories, thoughts. I share them with my friends, make my family members read pages upon pages of scribbles. In high school, I took a creative writing class and in college I took many creative nonfiction and fiction writing classes to learn more about the craft.