Part One — Looking My wife, Heather, gave me an ultimatum: either get my shit together and book the world
Part Two – Leaping I wasn’t even through airport security when I began telling my first story. Heather had dropped
Part Three – Crashing and Landing When you come off the plane and they have a sign with your name
My evening at The Moth’s open mic story slam was supposed to be to be a career-making move. It was an opportunity to share my work, tell my story, and promote my forthcoming album at a nationally known venue. Was it going to pay off?
Yesterday, my friend Jim Stahl and I were talking about going sailing, and Jim mentioned he might be going to