Last night my daughter and I sat and brainstormed “50 things to do to celebrate turning 50”. According to my daughter Ava, I have already achieved badass status as I approach the half-century mark, but completing this list will cement my place at the top of the heap. That, or it’s going to kill me. Also sidebar, I know today, I'm totally getting hit up for cash. Compliments from 14 year olds always come with a catch. I can still do a decent cartwheel at 49, but can I pull off a backflip? …
