My plans to tell you about Portland’s crazy popular storytelling event called Back Fence PDX went awry when a local politician spoke candidly about punching a girl in college. However, I wanted to a give shout out to the fantasticalness that is Back Fence.
I knew that my night at The Moth was going to be an extra good one when the woman in the seat next to mine sternly warned me not to spill her scotch.
I assured her I did not condone such abuse of alcohol. She chuckled. We were fast friends.
We all know that I’ve got a new drug. I wish it were exercise, but whatevs. It’s something even better.
In my previous post, I told you how I stumbled onto the craft of storytelling. Hearing people on stage telling true yarns of their adventures, some happy, some sad, others randomly in between. All of them honest, stark and bare.
I’d quickly fallen in … Read more ...