I Remember – #216

I remember when I thought I had found my literary homeland – plays.  I was reading Miller, Stoppard, Brecht, Ionesco, Friel, Pinter.  It was 2009.  My mother had died recently, and I suppose I thought I could exorcise my feelings through drama.

-25 April 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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