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?
🎧 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.