Several years ago, a friend and I helped a mutual friend, T.K., move his family out of their San Rafael home. While mindlessly lugging boxes and furniture down the stairs, T.K. started telling stories about his recent enema. T.K.’s wife, clearly mortified to hear her husband’s tale, shouted out from another room to stop the story. Without missing a beat, T.K. shouted back,”Honey, they’re my friends. They HAVE TO KNOW!”

I’ve always admired that declaration of friendship and full disclosure and it is in that spirit that I want to start blogging. When you have friends, you must tell all. Of course, with blogs, there must be limits. But since I have no idea what those limits are, I’m sure I will educate myself only after I have put my foot in my mouth. In the mean time, you are all my friends and I’m ready to talk. Well, except for my ex. You won’t find anything about her here.