Why Write? #19: Angela Patten

Why Write? #19: Angela Patten

When we were kids growing up in Ireland, my mother told us that she had once gone out with a fellow who was an artist. “Why didn’t you marry him, Mammy?” we asked her. “Then we’d all be artists.” My father, who was none too pleased, left the house in a huff. My mother...
Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa

                             “My only regret is that I wasn’t born somebody else.” Woody Allen    ...