Ingrid sits down with “The Central Park Jogger,” to discuss loving your brain and life after the attack.

There is nothing more satisfying than spending time around your kitchen table with old friends. On a bright, Saturday morning, Jimmy and I welcomed two of our most cherished friends to the house: Richard and Diane Nares. Richard had just completed a 1,700 mile run.

I go backstage with “The Boss,” bearded men, and booted women.

I chat with Rolling Stones’ “Mouth & Tongue” artist Ruby Mazur about pulling off the greatest scam in rock n’ roll history.

In head-to-toe denim, a streak of blue winking in her hairdo, the statuesque Texan Connie Nelson drops into my Bankers Hill home to share stories of life on the road.

I picked one that read ”If you were to teach somebody something, what would you teach them?” I said, yoga. Then Jimmy pulled a question. “What was an experience you had where you didn’t go with your gut?” He replied, “That time I ordered a lamb burger in Kathmandu!”