Walsh was birthed into a zooish Northeastern family of artsy, hearty-drinking, left-wing judges, deans, teachers, mayors, cobjobbers, and long huggers.  A dedicated avocado aficionado and peruser of aisles at thrift stores everywhere, she also digs night swimming, mail, wagging dog tails, red wine, and the idea of Morocco.  She gut-laughs at the sight of farm animals in front yards, and when she was young, instead of sleeping with a stuffed animal, she cuddled a busted chair leg she named Danny DeVito.  She whistled before she spoke, and she does a fabulous impression of Billie Holiday singing “I Wish I Were an Oscar Meyer Weiner.”

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