Confession: My Moth Story (Later Told at Home)
You demanded it: I recorded my story for a very captive audience (and for you)
Two weeks ago, I went up on stage and told my “confession” story at a Moth storytelling open mic.
Last week, I wrote about how I prepared and why I did it.
This week, here’s the story itself.
I recorded this at home:
My family was the audience (hence the very few laughs… no one thinks their dad’s finely crafted jokes are funny)
I set up my basement with three flashlights and clearly wore no stage makeup. My face is shinier than an underrated song from Moana.
Ellie made me a paper microphone(!)
Natalie played the part of the emcee who got my name wrong (this really happened)
I treated this like a real performance — did it in one take, even though I forgot one of the biggest jokes, and left in all my little word stumbles
Could you imagine if I made my family sit through MULTIPLE performances of this, to get the edit right? I’m not a monster.
I wore the same shirt as the other night, but no I’m not wearing shoes (it’s weird that you wanted that detail, but ok)
Enjoy My Confession (at home):
I’m so grateful for the positive comments I’ve gotten here on Substack and on LinkedIn and (the horror) in real life.
Thanks, everyone, for the “uh YES, this feels like YOU” support. Really appreciate it.
One favor:
If you watch this, leave a comment with the one or two lines you remember. I’m trying to figure out what sticks with people.
You know, because:
THANK YOU!
The defensive edge of a girl with two older brothers who were destined for juvie.
Sometimes, confessing feels like a punch in the crotch.
My kids remembered:
“He got punched in the crotch.”
“He had two girlfriends.”
I remembered ping pong ball and oragami notes. I liked the analogies.
Wasn’t sure why the conclusion was “confession is always the right thing” based on this speech, though.