Sometimes things really take you by surprise.

My friend Mike and I have known each other for almost 10 years, from when I first moved to LA. He is one of those people that I count among the closest. He was one of the few that came half-way around the world to celebrate 40 with me in Thailand. Our long friendship has taken us through good times and bad. It has taken us through spending lots of time together and spending little. We have danced and partied together, we have eaten and drunk together, walked and driven together. And we have shared many confidences and given each other advice and support. I can’t ever remember a time of anger or major disagreement between us, although we have discussed just about every topic imaginable. Through all of this, I have never doubted our friendship. And yet somehow, I was taken by surprise at what I just read a few minutes ago. Mike is a wonderful writer, and his second book “The Girls from the Revolutionary Cantina” was just published and I received my copy in the mail today from Amazon. As I opened it and starting giving it a quick once over, I paused on the acknowledgments page and started to get choked up. There was my name. Mike was giving me special thanks for helping him through some rough spots. Me, really. I felt so deeply moved and slightly unworthy at the same time. It is one of the nicest gifts I have ever received.


  1. Marissa says:

    What an honor, congratulations!