I waited until the day before my 50th birthday to go boogie boarding. My plunge into extreme sports was my thirteen-year-old daughter's fault. She'd abandoned her boogie board to play beach volleyball, and I was losing interest in my book on this lovely beach. Suddenly I had an epiphany: I'd never boogie boarded in my life!
My turning 50 coincided with my grandmother turning 100 years old. And as with most old people, I began to reminisce about my life and the many lessons that my grandmother has given me. Then, a friend encouraged me to put those stories to print and write a memoir. At first I thought she was joking, and then I thought she might be drunk, but then I realized she was serious.