Hannah Herman

With an upraising of equal parts fast-talking Massholes and calloused midwesterners, Hannah comes from a long line of ‘hardy stuff.’ When everyone was more upset about the harvest delay than her cousin’s three missing finger digits though, she realized the rural midwest probably wasn’t built for an anxious and uncoordinated kid like her.

Hannah eventually escaped her big, irreverent family and the Amish farm towns of her youth, landing at Boston University. While there, she became a Blue Chip scholar and an immunocompromised guinea pig. Somewhere between losing her fine motor skills and regaining them, Hannah had two major epiphanies: she needs to make television, and most people don’t laugh when they’re poked with needles. She’s been told her aforementioned compulsive laughter is just a nervous response to pain, but Hannah also finds it emblematic of her work highlighting the inevitable overlap between joy and suffering. Hannah writes about dysfunctional families, institutional failings, and the unconventional ways people cope with pain and trauma.

If you need someone who doesn't stop until the job is done and never misses her mark, Hannah’s your girl (except in kickball… then Hannah usually misses the mark and is definitely not your girl).