From Air Force cockpits, combat bare-base environments, barbershop quartets and public speaking stages, Mo prides herself as a successful failure. She strives to make audiences laugh, learn and think (in that order).

We asked Mo Barrett to share some of her interesting truths with you—here’s what she said:


🍽 What person living or dead would you invite to your dream dinner party and why? 


I’m not sure what kind of sick game this is, but I don’t dream about dinner parties and I don’t invite dead people over, their ghastly looks and flaking bones really ruin appetites.



🦥 What is your spirit animal—please explain? 


Sloth. Lazy.



🎧 What is your theme song? 


“Dream Big” by Ryan Shupe and the RubberBand. The lyrics represent how I try to live my life—laughing loudly, smiling wide and dreaming big. Plus, I’m a sucker for any puns or word play… like the RubberBand. Yes, please.



🍒 What 3 things would you take to a desert island? 


Whipped cream, maraschino cherries and an editor apparently.


Ok, edited response: an endless supply of paper and writing implements (that’s all one item) so I can document my rapid decline into insanity; a big-ass box of LEGO and a deck of cards, because any time I’m playing solitaire, someone somehow ends up lurking over my shoulder telling me where to put that red seven.



🦸🏻‍♂️ If you could have a superpower, what would it be… and what would your superhero name be? 


I want the superpower to be able to generate healing laughter in others and I would go by the name “Bob from Accounting.”



📚 Which books do you recommend to others? 


For most of my friends, I recommend books that fuel and improve the badassery within them, like Jen Sincero’s books. 


For some of my friends, one-panel comics on audible. 


For everyone in the world, a quick read by an up and coming author, (ahem) Mo Barrett, who penned “Pardon My Quirk: Anecdotes to make you Laugh, Learn and Think” (also available on audible).



✏️ Name three self-care practices you have adopted to treat yourself well: 


Whipped cream, maraschino cherries and … dammit. Actually those would be more believable responses than my truth. 


I love physical catalogs (as seen in your mailbox) and I stack them up and reward myself with time to flip through them page by page. If I’m really deserving, I take myself to Staples and walk up and down every aisle, reveling in the straight lines, organizational devices and sufficiently-labeled items. And when I’m REALLY deserving, I play with LEGO kits.

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