"Tell me again why you aren't an English major?" asked my all-time favorite college professor way back in the mid-90s.
At the time, I was sure I was going to save the world. Social Work was my thing.
Then, as the years went by, it became library science. Still, a decade after that, court stenography.
"Uhhh..." I replied, not sure what he was getting at.
"You should be writing. You're good at it."
It took me twenty years, all told, but thanks to his and a whole paddy-whacking gauntlet of other nudges along the way, I finally cleared my head and my heart of clutter, and here I am, at long last, the writer!
I'm Jaz Kennedy. My family has called me Jazzy since the day I was born. And, no, I have no relation to that Kennedy family:)
My people came from potato-blighted County Mayo and County Cork a hundred years ago. My impoverished grandmother's influenza-inflicted parents settled in what was once a gritty factory neighborhood in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, called Lawrenceville. Our lot has since spread over the east and west coasts, far and wide, like good Irish folk tend to do!
I am a mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a Cancer, a comedy-addicted short-distance jogger, a transportation-only bicyclist, a micro-brew-drinking, coffee-addicted, hot-blooded redhead at heart, and I am thrilled to be weaving tales from a sunny corner of my house in Pittsburgh's "Little Italy."
It's my ultimate pleasure to bring you, devoted, cherished reader, stories that I truly hope will make you giggle, wriggle, and well up in tears, in a good way, of course:)