Patricia K. Owings
For me, it all began at the Queen of Angels Hospital in downtown Los Angeles, where I was born on a rainy Sunday. We were a loud raucous Irish family and my childhood was filled the family car trips all over California to visit meet my father’s family and across the United States to visit my mother’s family in upstate New York. I credit those long hours in the backseat of our old station wagon for my very active imagination and a true love of stories. If I wasn’t reading a book, I was staring out the window making up stories about the people and places as we passed by. I still wonder what ever happened to it all and how we are all connected. For me, connection is what art is all about and the art of writing is my way of doing that.