Alas poor Yorick! Brevity is the soul of wit. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Though this be madness, there be method in it! Infinite jest… To be or not to be—that is the

Shakespeare is a bonnie bee in my bonnet that I could never shake loose, as a poet, a writer, the daughter of a very verbal mother and a father who loves an amusing pun or turn of phrase. The bard’s language permeates the English vernacular

As You Like It? Yes, indeed I do! Another Shakespeare play I’ve never before seen or read (hanging head), but we all know many of its most famous quotes. Jacques’ monologue in the forest, removed from court and musing on their lowered state, giving the

With this play I am now at a midpoint of the Shakespeare Project: at work number 20 of 40 (ish). Much Ado About Nothing is one of my favorites, rooted deeply in memories from the early nineties, before “Friends” was even pitched. I saw it

In the traditional twelve days of Christmas (you know the song), they’re not singing about December first, or the day you put up your Christmas tree (which, I recently learned, goes up in Hungary for a special engagement of one day only – Christmas day!).

My Shakespeare Project has gained new life since I decided to approach the remaining works by seasonal appeal rather than sticking to some purported order of chronological appearance. Timelines can plod so! After I polished off The Merry Wives of Windsor on the feast day

Closing the books on 2022. It’s been a season. Kids home sick for weeks with respiratory woes since Ognissanti. They’re on the mend, and not getting worse, but I have lost count of how many days of school they have each missed, not to mention

Italy held what turned out to be historic elections on September 25. A right-wing coalition triumphed, sweeping in to power a new prime minister in the form of Giorgia Meloni, whom I fondly translate into Georgia Melons in English. She is the most right of