Her prose reads like poetry and I find myself rereading and savoring pieces. I’m the oldest of nine with an Irish Catholic father raised in a Pennsylvania steel town and a Protestant mother of English descent raised on a farm in Georgia. So much of the dynamic between Kate Mulgrew’s parents mirrors my parents. So much we don’t understand till they’re gone and we can look back from the vantage of age and experience. I love her writing and her story.
