Born and raised in the quintessential Vermont town of Manchester, I spent the majority of my teenage years listening to my transistor radio, ironing my hair, shortening my skirts, playing basketball, and being in love with the Beatles. Despite my undying devotion and much to my dismay, Paul McCartney never showed up to ask me to marry him. Neither did John, George or Ringo. However I’m pretty sure their smash hit Michelle, was written exclusively for me, even if they did spell my name wrong.
Humor has always been my favorite tool. It gives me the ability to laugh at myself, my friends, and most importantly, the world around me. My favorite exercise is typing and my indulgence of choice is New York Cheesecake with lots of cherries on top. My favorite 3 little words are “Let’s eat out.” I hate mowing the lawn, shoveling snow and anything that resembles housework. I tell all my friends that I am “too fabulous for words” and ignore them when they roll their eyes. We may be a little wrinkled around the edges but we are living proof that life begins at whatever age you decide to start it.
