Becoming Friends With Time

I sat there, palms sweating, trying to hex the basket of name slips in my favor. “Call my name next,” I channeled, psychically trying to force my name to be called.

I had been sitting in giant auditorium of the Flushing Town Hall surrounded by other eager storytellers hoping for a chance to perform at a Moth StorySlam. At these Open Mic-like events, storytellers come from near and far to share their spoken word…