What would we be without a hyphen

I’ve long appreciated the writings of Frank McCourt, a brilliant author in my opinion, most notably for his honesty and frankness, no pun intended.  It was my aunt who first turned me on to his work, suggesting I watch Angela’s Ashes with my daughter who had romanticized notions of Ireland and the Irish.  And it was a dear friend that I know only through the internet who was kind enough to send me three of his books when she went cleaning out her library – thank you Mariann.