by Maggie Battista
Ever since I was about ten, I wanted to visit Ireland. I think it was because of the way my family spoke of the Irish, always with fondness for their ways, appreciation for their struggles and admiration for their fortitude. To this day, my uncle can’t enter a pub without mentioning that he’s never met
by Maggie Battista
It’s almost St. Patrick’s Day and this one, the 2013 version, is going to be a little more significant for me. Typically, I celebrate this holiday with a swig of whiskey, a beer or two, and a grand boiled dinner prepared at home, cooked almost entirely by my blue-eyed husband. None of this will change