In a Nutshell:
I’m Nichole: purveyor of things most awesome. And superlatives. I can either be found lost inside of a good book or firmly planted in the reality of my day job. I can also be found running and hiking in the mountains of Utah, or brewing a morning cup of coffee over a fire in the heart of Arizona’s national forests. You’ll also find me listening and sharing my poetry within the surprisingly talented open mic scene of Salt Lake City. I talk to strangers. Running is fun, especially when it isn’t away from something. Glasses are a permanent accessory to my face both because I’m practically blind and they increase my perceived IQ by at least 20 points. Sushi is God’s gift to mankind. So are cats. I want to ride my bicycle; I want to ride my bike. I am not afraid to jump out of an airplane with a parachute. In fact, I’m not afraid of much, except of the idea of coming to the end of my life with the regrets that follow a life spent worried about “what-if” and “I can’t” instead of spent in the moment. I’m reckless, but I’m safe. I’m old for my age, but I’m optimistic. I’m buzzed, but I’m sharp. Heck, I’m an archetypal Alanis Morissette lyric.