Taming the shrew

Springtime brings flowers and critters back to Vanaprastha. Keith and I are seeing creeping phlox, bluebells and fothergilla, skinks, tiger swallowtails and hummingbirds. But no shrews except Katherina, the Shrew in Shakespeare’s so-named play, which Keith and I saw...

The opposite of people

“We’re actors – we’re the opposite of people!” So stated the character called The Player in Tom Stoppard’s play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, a fabulous production my family saw this past weekend at the American Shakespeare Center. As an absurdist...