The Torture of Being a Tomboy

When I was young, I knew I was different. I hated wearing dresses. Dolls did not agree with me. I liked to roughhouse with my brothers, not sit still and have my older sister wrangle with my curls.

Getting my bearings at 26

Our large Irish family consisted of six kids, which included two sets of twins. So much for the rhythm method. We were poor. We were physical. We played football in the streets, and pickle in the house. Sports became…