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I’m currently forty-four, but that could differ depending on when you read this. Unless some fundamental laws of nature change, I expect that number to only get higher. I’m half Italian and half Irish. Well, the Irish side is sort of an Irish/German/English/French/Scottish mix, but since I believed I was truly half Irish until my mother’s foray into genealogy, I’m sticking to that story.
I live amidst the Smoky Mountains and can sometimes see cloud shadows lying on the mountainside from my front porch. I am not yet snobbish enough to call it a veranda, but time will tell. Sometimes my young adult daughter joins me on the veranda . . . err, porch . . . to admire the view. Often, my Australian Shepherd runs around the veranda chasing off the thieving birds who attempt to steal food from the bird feeders we leave out. What would we do without him?
I started working full time while in high school and haven’t stopped since. My illustrious career began with a smattering of service experiences at various fast food and restaurant chains, went on to fine jewelry, slipped into property management for housing projects, morphed into corporate real estate, then ended up in mergers and acquisitions. Please don’t ask how that happened as it’s still a mystery to me.
My home is a modestly sized ranch with living-room walls of boring light beige, which make the perfect backdrop for my brightly colored Klimt and Van Gogh canvas prints. Van Gogh and Klimt would like to move into my dining room and bedroom next, but their expansion will have to wait on the success of my latest story. All things in due time.
More importantly than all the above, you absolutely must know my favorite color is purple. Not Barney purple—no offense to Barney—but more of a medium eggplant purple. I like to think of it as a “mature” purple, but deep down I know it’s really just purple.