weird as me: friends, stories, and David Sedaris

I wrote a story for David Sedaris.

Let me clarify.

David Sedaris is a pretty good writer of stories. If you haven't heard of him, he's sold a few books (9 books, >7 million copies), traveled a bit (lives in North Carolina, England and France and shops for culottes in Tokyo), shares his humorous tales with a few audiences (sold out houses), speaks regularly on a few radio stations (NPR and BBC ring a bell?), and has been featured in a few local magazines (local if you live in Manhattan or, you know, the world).

So David Sedaris does not need my story. But when I had the chance to meet him in person a few weeks ago, I had one ready for him, just in case. Because he collects stories like some people collect, I don't know, whatever collector type people collect. And I like to be prepared.

That One Time When Something Amazing Happened...

Last year this time, I was preparing to audition for a show called, provocatively, "Listen To Your Mother." The movement that started with blogger and humorist Ann Imig in Wisconsin in 2010 had quickly worked its way across the country and was debuting in Charleston in May 2014.

And I wanted to be a part of it.