\n\nLisa Kogan is a forty-nine-year-old single mother who maintains that every human being deserves a great mattress, a comfortable pair of shoes, and a very smart shrink, and that no one has grown a decent tomato since 1963. She used to think the world wasn’t all that complicated, but along came AIDS and crystal meth and the tankini, and she had to think again. Still, she’s nostalgic for that time when you were forced to walk all the way across the room to change channels and there was no such thing as a spy satellite capable of spotting the precancerous mole on her left thigh.\n\nFilled with self-deprecating humor and a deep appreciation for what really matters, \