My family is an important aspect of my life. My family gets along really well and is very tight knit. Not tight knit, like the fifties, but close. Both my parents are from Ohio, and they met when they were both working at the Brooks Brothers in Cincinatti. They got married, came out here to San Francisco on their honeymoon, and liked it so much they decided to move here. They moved here in the early months of 1977. I was born on November 2, 1978, a very tumultuos month here in San Francisco. Jim Jones and his People's Temple commited suicide in Guiana, and our mayor George Moscone, and San Francisco's first openly gay supervisor, Harvey Milk, were assasinated at the end of the month. I've lived in San Francisco all my life, and probably will continue to live here after college. Other members of my family include my 12 year old brother and my parent's best friend, Gerry, who lives next door. My mother, father and Gerry worked together at Brooks Brothers, and she still does. Now, my father is a distributor, and my mom, who once was a teacher, is going back to school to get an art degree. I go to a high school in the city called Lick-Wilmerding. It is 100 years old this year. My heritage is a diverse one. Both sides of my family are made up of several different cutures. My dad's side is a mix of Irish, Scotch, and German.

My last name, Daily, is Irish. It was originally spelled Daly but an Ellis Island official spelled it as if it were an adjective. My mother's side is mostly Scotch-Irish, but my grandmother is English with a bit of Welsh. My grandfather was also part Jewish. The other interesting blend involves an old grandparent. Back when they were still in Ireland in the early 19th century, a Catholic married a Protestant. Well, that's about all I can tell you about my family.