The word Shakespeare entered my life fairly early on. It almost always sounded like it was spoken entirely in capital letters. No given name necessary. I was also under the impression that reading Shakespeare—which seemed about as amusing as climbing Mount Everest or perhaps getting your teeth pulled—separated the literary wheat from the chaff. When our high school teacher mentioned Shakespeare, he was usually met with eye rolls. We all preferred Dickens, and that’s what we got. Our teacher knew better than to try to force feed us the Bard.   And yet there was Romeo and Juliet ! And … Continue reading LIFE WITH SHAKESPEARE