Confessions Come in Threes

Confessions Come in Threes

My claim to pop culture fame: In 2006, I won two tickets to attend the Saturday Night Live holiday episode hosted by Justin Timberlake. The digital short plays live while SNL records the audience response. I am on the laugh track of “Dick in a Box.”  

I overcame my fear of flying by listening to podcasts when strapped in to those high-in-the-sky, gravity defying tin cans. Check out Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me and The Moth. They will save your life.

I started playing basketball when I was four. I believed I would get drafted in the NBA because if Muggsy Bogues could play at 5’3”, I could play as a woman. How could I go wrong; I wore FUBU throughout high school. To be young and naive.

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If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
— E.B. White