I'm a goof masquerading as someone dignified. I love to dance, but I rarely make it down a flight of stairs without tripping. Miraculously, I’ve only ever broken one bone, and that was because a paraglide chute dragged me across a hillside, not because I ran I into the door jam (which I do regularly).
Although my nuclear family is small, I come from a large and wonderfully boisterous Irish family (I have over thirty first cousins, and yes, I know them all). Thanksgiving dinner with less than 40 people in attendance is considered a small year. My one grandma loves to dance and will cut a rug with gusto whether it’s to Sinatra or 50 Cent, and my other grandma had a razor wit, regularly telling the nuns at her rest home, “You can’t rent out my room yet. I’m still here.” I want to grow old and feisty surrounded by people I love.