A few weeks ago, I did a reading for St. Patrick’s Day as part of the Show and Tell Show in Brooklyn. This was super fun and convinced me I should do stuff like this more often. (If you have any suggestions about how to do that, I’m all ears.) This also reminded me that there was a time in my life when I would speak in front of other people very often.
When I was a kid, my mom was a Jehovah’s Witness. Only in retrospect does this seem strange in any way to me. On the few occasions I talk to other people about it, I must receive a few quizzical looks before I remember Oh, that’s right, that was kind of weird.