A fellow comic once called me, "the Maya Angelou of comedy." The other night someone said, "You're like the Black Daria." And still another: "You don't just kill. You touch people."
I'm not suspicious of compliments. I probably should be but I'm not because I'm well aware that it isn’t really about me. (Yes, I've read The Four Agreements.) But a compliment sincerely given is a compliment sincerely received. And to me, it means that I've connected with someone in a way that compels them to share how I made them feel. I'll take that all day every day because I know the work I've put in to making it happen. And ironically it hasn't been by writing more jokes. (After 25 years, I think and dream in punchlines). It's been by sharing my life with honesty and sincerity.
I'm growing as a human being and consequently as a performer. Like a video game, I've leveled up. I've come to believe that humor makes people happy. Happiness gives us hope and my hope is that if we can laugh together we can live together.
"You're the real deal. You talk about life."
"Watching you perform is like being wrapped in a warm blanket."
"You're a baby-faced killer."
Actually, I'm just a mild-mannered late bloomer who's finally coming into herself. But I think it's been worth the wait.
I'm currently booking dates (both as a standup comic and a keynote speaker) for 2018/19. Let's keep blooming together.