Whoever told me I would never be an Irish policewoman was WRONG


St. Patrick’s Day 2011. Hands down, my favorite Saint Patrick’s Day, ever. Seriously. Brian and I tore up two cities this year. Boston and New York City. And for the first time, I got to share my love of leprechauns and shamrocks with my mom. A true Irish miracle. We started the morning relatively early, for Brian and I’s track record. We had played this year strategically. The one condition for my mother’s...