A whole bunch of shows featuring storytellers, creatively unclad women, creatively unclad bloggers, more storytellers, and vague candy based innuendo. Ok, it’s really not that vague.

First, I don't know this guy. Second, the photo will make sense when you get further into the post.

I received a facebook message a little bit ago that really took me off guard. This is what it was -

“Thank you, again, for telling your Grand Slam story about an ex not forgiving a “mistake.” [...]

It’s All About Me. And Nine Other People. And Five More Later Tonight.

Ladies and Gentleman, Your Reigning Champion.

So last night, I became the first person to win the Moth GrandSLAM back to back (or so I have been told) – at the very least I am in the two time winner realm, which is a lot like Valhalla only with more NPR podcasts and fewer war [...]

Big Breaks at the Moth Grandslam

As I go through the book proposal process, shopping around the memoir, doing all the stuff you do with that sort of thing (which I am not going into because a lot of it is waiting) I run into a certain kind of language from people when they talk to me. They sort of gravitate [...]

Liars and Shows and Liars Shows.

There's still time for one more "hiking the Appalachian Trail" joke right? I'm not too late, am I?

I once had a roommate, first apartment, who was one of these guys who, no matter what you were talking about, he had some experience with this. If you were talking about driving, he had a story [...]