I created BLUMESDAY with Heather Larimer. This is a staged, literary event held in Portland and L.A. in which working actors, comedians and writers pay tribute to author Judy Blume.

We’ve brought together writers, musicians, journalists, comedians, performance artists, activists, and filmmakers to share their most hilarious and vulnerable Blume moments. And the result—the magical chemistry that happens when people talk about Judy Blume—has been more profound than we could have imagined.

We have been written about in The L.A. Times, The New Yorker, Redbook, Entertainment Weekly, LA Weekly, The Christian Science Monitor – and were featured in an interview on NPR's Morning Edition. 

Best of all, we got to meet Judy. And she now knows us by name.

I love cookies. I mean, I truly love them and believe they play an important role in daily life. For the past several years I’ve been keeping track of the better (and best) cookies I’ve eaten  – and then documenting them in a blog.

It is called  Carpe Cookie.

"Hailed a “cultural phenomenon” by Newsweek and celebrated by This American Life, Entertainment Weekly, Time, Wired, The AV Club, The Today Show, and beyond, Mortified celebrates stories revealed through the strange and extraordinary things we created as kids

Mortified is a regular event in which adults read their adolescent diaries OUT LOUD in front of a (rather large) audience.

Yes, I did this. On two consecutive evenings, in front of 350 people. I'm not sure what I was thinking. 

As part of a literary event at Mittleman Jewish Community Center, I told a ten minute story on stage about growing up as a Jewish kid in Eugene, OR. The program was curated by Backfence PDX creator, B. Frayn Masters.

Spoiler alert: my story ends with me meeting The Fonz (aka Henry Winkler), his arm slung tightly around my waist. 

It's Not Me, It's You (Stories From the Dark Side of Dating)

At this annual benefit for Planned Parenthood, I stood on stage before a sold out audience and told true tales of my TOP SIX WORST DATES EVER. 

Confessionals in the form of public storytelling: this has, apparently, become a pattern for me. I don't really have an explanation.