At Home in a Mad Age

Reading the past for perspective

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“A still, lovely summer’s evening; the grapes ripening, the oxen ploughing. Only man is mad.” Iris Origo

As a writer, I want to write. I long to fill pages with the tangle in my head. I want to write about food and memories, my body and my grandmother. I’d like to write about…

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