My story begins on a rainy September night at the Lester E. Cox Hospital in Springfield, MO. My dad was watching Simon & Garfunkel's Concert in Central Park on the television as my mom rested and I slept on her chest.
I grew up in the Missouri Ozarks, the son of a nurse turned folk artist and an Air Force veterinarian technician and the youngest of four daughters and four sons. For most of my childhood, we attended a Pentecostal megachurch, which probably influenced my personality more than I know even though I'm no longer part of the faith.
I was the first person in my family to go to college. Now I hold a BS and MA in technical writing from Missouri State University, an MFA in creative writing from Chatham University, and a PhD in American cultural studies from George Washington University.