Cat Got My Tongue

I gave a live radio interview this afternoon on Suitcase Filled with Nails.  Like many interviews of past, on my Kuwait experience, I found myself on the defense and with my tongue caught by some mental cat clawing at my ability to speak concisely and intelligently.

During this interview, like many involving Kuwait, I am asked questions about a culture, politics and religion in which I lived, tried to abide by and out of respect, respect.  Normally, I never speak with suave, detached intelligence, because I am not a diplomat or a politician.   I’m really kind of an off-the-cuff, over-the-shoulder, thin-skinned, blabber mouth.  So, lobbying words put into my mouth during a blind interview only makes that cat curl tighter around my tongue.

I’ve either got to put a leash on my tongue or unleash the cat.