Today my blog turns three. This is the blog post that started it all.
You could say that my story began on August 30, 1978 at 7:55 am at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston because that is when I entered this world. It was the beginning of my childhood in the Boston area with my Irish-Catholic family. My childhood was pretty ordinary, filled with bike rides, Barbies and games of tag and hide and go seek. I had a strong sense of where I came from. I was fortunate enough to know all four of my grandparents. I also grew up around many aunts, uncles and cousins. It was in my childhood that I developed my love for dogs, history, the Boston Red Sox, the New England Patriots, hoodsies and fried clams. I also developed a Boston accent that still manages to slip out when I am emotional or have been drinking.
You could say that my story really began early morning on…
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