Making It Look Easy

By the time people get to be 40licious, they make it all look easy. That is the mark of a true master. I think about Sinatra, Manilow, Liz Taylor, people like that. You get so good at something from doing it so long that it’s as natural as dunking your Cinnabon in your coffee.

This applies to white-collar work, too. I think about the people who slave away many, many, many hours. Yes, I’m realizing that sometimes it’s necessary. But 80-hour weeks every week? WTF? There’s a serious disconnect there, either in management or the worker bee not saying “stop.”

Maybe the person who gets in at 9 and leaves at 5 is really the true genius after all.

Vanessa McGradyMaking It Look Easy

40licious: The Movie!

Birthday. Vegas. Barry.

I am complete.

Vanessa McGrady40licious: The Movie!

Hippie Mom Purse

Every now and then, because I am 40licious and because it’s my site, I will spend a little time on a pedantic retrospective of my career. But I will only load up things I really like. Like this one.

My mother, Colleen Bennett-McGrady, walks me outside our apartment building circa 1969.
Vanessa McGradyHippie Mom Purse

Just. Stop.


Art stuns me into humility. I really, really, really wish I’d thought of this.

Vanessa McGradyJust. Stop.

Holy crap

Someone just pointed out that if I’ve turned 40, I’m entering my fifth decade, not my fourth. Holy crap. Um. Maybe this blog wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Vanessa McGradyHoly crap

Announcing the 40licious Hall o’ Fame!

Because I am officially now 40licious, and hence I can do whatever I want, I hereby announce the creation of the 40licious Hall o’ Fame!

My first inductee is one Ms. Kathlyn Albright, my good friend and collaborator from the Seattle days, who just up and decided that she’s going to run the L.A. Marathon for her 40th birthday. Just like that! (And I thought I was a bad-ass going to Vegas to see Barry Manilow!) In all the time I’ve known her, she has never been, truth be told, much of an athlete, unless you count going up and down the bazillion Escherian steps to her apartment. I didn’t even know the woman owned a pair of sneakers. But there she was, texting me from the racecourse (I know. So L.A.). She finished in a little over eight hours and raised more than $2,000 for cancer.

Kathlyn prepares for the big race

I hope all of us can learn a little something from Kathlyn: That you can indeed drink yourself silly two nights before a marathon, flirt with a sexy bartender and still finish with dignity and grace.

That, my friends, is the definition of 40licious.

Vanessa McGradyAnnouncing the 40licious Hall o’ Fame!

It’s such a perfect day

Seriously, I could not have asked for a better day. I was the queen, from the time I woke up. When I got to work a guy had left a banana on my desk with a note on it that said, “down payment for lunch next week.” Someone else had left a basket of dark chocolate and a split of champagne. And there was a box of Godiva and a big beautiful pink necklace too. After work, Special K and I went to the bar and big old pervy Jack Sheldon (the guy who sang all the Schoolhouse Rock songs) kissed my hand, sang HB to me and did “Capitol Hill” when I asked him to.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, at 11:50, Special K dropped me off and an old Billy Joel song came on the radio. We sang through the whole thing and car danced.

And when I thought it couldn’t get any better than that, as I traipsed through the courtyard, my neighbor Mia intercepted me — this is like 11:56 p.m. — and took me to my car, where she’d left a gift of a lovely bracelet and a card.

I’m so touched and overwhelmed that people did stuff like that. I don’t think I’m nearly as nice on other people’s birthdays. What I do know is this: My tribe means everything to me.

Vanessa McGradyIt’s such a perfect day