Ever since I met the Vikram Vij, I’ve been dying to eat at his restaurant. A man with such a lovely spirit and clear love of food can’t help but create delicious food.
So after listening to me talk about it, Agent B finally convinced me to stop talking about it and just go.
So for my 51st birthday, I decided that it was going to be my birthday present to myself. Continue reading
“I don’t want to die and fade away and be forgotten,” cried my little man. “Now it’s too late and I’ll never do anything great.” All I could do was hug him.
I know that feeling. Continue reading
So some of my 50 things have come and gone and for about a 2 months now things have been at a standstill. Both weight and 50 thing wise. The words of my cancer coach came to me on a dreary Sunday afternoon, “Those who get things done, schedule them.” Continue reading
Oh, put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Put me in, Coach – I’m ready to play today;
Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
John Fogerty
Today I am one quarter of the way through my 50th year. It’s technically my 50.25 birthday.
