In my life to date, the “Things I Thought I’d Be Incredible At” list is long and tortured while the “Things I’m Actually Incredible At” list is startling in its brevity. No one’s incredible at everything, even if on the surface it appears that way, and no matter what, there’s something they’re bad at—be it […]Read more "Things I’m [not] Incredible At"
I used to know people’s phone numbers. I think I may still know my mother’s cell number, possibly my father’s, but I don’t know any of my friends’ numbers and if I found myself stranded somewhere without a phone, I wouldn’t be able to call my brother or sister because I’ve never known their […]Read more "Learning to Believe I Can Fly"
I met Bernadette Peters once. In my head, that sentence sounds very “Marley was dead: to begin with.” Actually, as I prescribe primarily to The Muppets Christmas Carol, it sounds very “The Marleys were dead: to begin with,” but whatever. I met her at a cabaret for a singer I’d become friendly with since featuring […]Read more "I met Bernadette Peters once."