Shakespeare Full Circle

There are things we make, and things we mean to make. A weekly podcast, anyone? A plan sketched in the mind, before it ever touches the page; a pattern, guiding the hand along, long before the hand admits to it...

There is a moment, when night can unfold. Not an explosion of light, but a quiet surrender.

What do you think of when you hear this sound: (buzzer noise) - you are absolutely right. And by that, you are absolutely wrong.

There are some words that describe what we do, and then there are words that describe what happens after everyone has seen us do it.

What do whispered rumors, drowsy dreams – you know, the "stuff that we are made on" – and even majestic theater sets have in common? Well they seem solid, even painfully real at times — until they don't.

There are moments in history and in our lives, when something crosses a line. Not anger, not justice; something — more feral.

There are words that carry their meaning quietly, and then there are words that arrive trailing ancestry. Today's word is thick with inheritance.

There are some things we can only see when we're not looking directly at them. They vanish the moment we try to name them too clearly.

What do an exhausted horse, a battlefield veteran, and a corrupt court have in common? Well believe it or not, all three are jaded,

What do blue-bloods, broken vows, and bruised egos all have in common? Well, once upon a time, the were all described by the word "Generous."