I wrote a memoir of a year that I spent collecting embarrassing stories, and discovered, much to my chagrin, that my own life had become the biggest embarrassing story. I wrote a longform essay about how I came to reckon with decades-old sexual violence.
I write other things, too.
On the honesty of aggression.
On monkey mind.
Also, on rare occasions, I tell stories. This clip is from 2011, when I put my name in the hat at the Moth and didn't get called. I was so relieved, until, at the last moment, their tenth storyteller bailed--and then they called my name. It's a story about the very first time I ever read in public.