Category: Shakespeare

To Thine Own Self Be True

I’m putting the final touches on the book, “The Edges of the Rain.” This has been a tough one. I’ll expand upon that when it’s time, suffice it to say I’m very glad to be wrapping it up. Here is where I’m going to take a moment to […]

Feeling. Pretty. Psyched.

This morning I went looking for my sarcasm and my sense of humor, or, I could have called this post “An Ode to the Super Selfish Romper Room Neophytes That Tried to Kill Me but Now is NOT the Time.” Really, now is not the time. People are […]

Shakespeare, Darlings…

It’s Shakespeare, darlings, try not to screw it up. Several years ago I went on a trip with my husband and there was this guy walking around wearing a red and white t-shirt with a picture of Shakespeare on it and the caption read, “This shit writes itself.” […]

A Tangent to Hamlet.

  How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am left with no more than the memory of a kiss so torturous it burns my very soul. Am I no more to thee […]