Jessica S. Frank grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, where she found out the secrets of life through many trips to Woodfield Mall. She frequently tells stories that go nowhere and offends people without meaning to. She also has a problem remembering if she’s writing in first person or third person, and whether or not she’s using past tense or present tense. But hey, that’s why God invented editors.
She is a graduate of Augustana College in Rock Island, Ill. where they still haven’t named a building after her. Jessica has hopes of being an academic someday, though her favorite professors have tried unsuccessfully to talk her out of it.
Poetry is Jessica’s main focus, but she has been known to write a little fiction, some memoir, a few newspaper articles here-and-there, and some well-deserved nasty grams.
Jessica lives in Wisconsin with her husband, three spectacular children, and some assorted curmudgeonly cats.