On St. Patrick’s Day, everyone in America wants to be a little bit Irish. I confess: I’m guilty of playing up my half-Irish heritage every year on March 17th (who wouldn’t!), and St. Patrick’s Day has been and will always be one of my favorite holidays. As a little girl, I remember gathering at my Nan’s house with my family, stuffing myself with Irish potatoes, much to my German mother’s disdain. As an adult, I unabashedly wear my green and spend the day at the pub with Irish and non-Irish friends alike. That’s the Irish-American way. Three years ago, the…