Smoky Elogy

An era has come to an end. Fifteen years ago this December, in a little outdoor market on a sloping hill in Aswan, Egypt, I traded 25 American dollars for a beautiful blue and silver hookah. The vender told me with great verve that the plastic hose was actually...

Happy New Year

Cheers, and welcome, welcome 2011! Though you've started off with a pair of body-blows (Chicago losing to Green Bay and, far worse, the loss of Pete Postlethwaite), we're happy to be ushering in a new year full of new projects – and many old ones coming...

Stretching my Fingers

The silence has been deafening, but the good news is that my writing has been focused in other places – the new Roman/Judean novel, and in adding daily content to the Michigan Shakespeare Festival Facebook page, as Jan gears up for her first summer at the helm....

The Farcroft

For years I've wanted to write about where I live – the building, I mean. It would have been unwise while I was still there, but as we've recently moved, I am now free to discuss the Farcroft Building, where Jan and I have lived for the...

Thanks For My Life

I always hated Shakespeare. They made me read him. In junior high, it was Julius Caesar. In high school, first it was Romeo & Juliet, which was cool only because we wasted a week watching the movie – the Zefferelli, not the DeCaprio version. The next...