Month: December 2016


The Immigrant Experience

This is maybe my secret favorite of the stories I’ve told at the Moth. The written version–not quite the same, but reasonably close to–is below. It was crazy hot, like ludicrous hot, and we’d been to about  nine bars because I had only had two days to visit people in, like, seven different neighborhoods in Brooklyn. We’d walked miles and drunk the fluid equivalent. … Read More The Immigrant Experience


Runaway Hit

(Over the past year, I’ve participated in a few The Moth Story Slams in Asheville. This tale I told back in June of 2016 –the subject of the night was Fathers. The text version (more or less) is below. I won that night) Please note: there is cursing My parents divorced when I was thirteen years old. I’d seen it coming for a while. … Read More Runaway Hit