I’ve always loved to write. Not long ago I found a wrinkled piece of lined paper in a box of my “memories.” Daily News was written in thick, pencil scribble. The lack of style, inaccurate spelling and backwards letters tell me I was probably six at the time it was composed. The paper vaguely documents my experience finding a couple caterpillars with my neighbors one summer. It appeared my intention was to start my own newspaper. And although I never saw that project through, it speaks to something deep inside me: I was born to tell my story. I studied English in college because I chose higher education with the desire to learn, not necessarily to get a job. I figured I’d worry about a job later, when it mattered. At that time, college was my job. And I liked it so much I went on to graduate school and then taught reading, writing and critical thinking...