I was born in the wagon of a travelling…no, that’s not right.
It was a dark and stormy night…probably, but too cliche.
My mother assures me I was dumped on her doorstep by a fat, lazy stork who got tired of carrying me. Mom always made me feel special.
Following a rip-roaring, melodramatic childhood in Iowa, I moved across the boundless Missouri River to the fast-paced, topsy-turvy land of Nebraska. I studied history and religion in college, but never felt the sharp claws of fate around my heart pulling me tow more...
