I was only a toddler, just under 2 & 1/2, when Challenger exploded. I only remember the event because of the things I saw while the footage played on an endless stream throughout the day. Naturally, being so young, I didn't know what space shuttles were, or explosions, or death. I just know that distinctive … Continue reading Family, Space Shuttles, & Coincidence: a true story.
NOTE: We're nearing the end of the book--just a few more plays to go. My water heater suddenly started pouring water out of an element panel and it took a few days for the cleanup, electrical tests, and replacement to be finished. I figured I'd play catch up to get the book reviews finished, but … Continue reading “Pericles (A Reconstructed Text of Pericles, Prince of Tyre),” from The Oxford Shakespeare: The Complete Works, by W. Shakespeare
My Copy: 9781593082352 (image from Amazon.com) There are two plays in particular by Sophocles that most Americans have been subjected to in high school. Either it was Oedipus The King (aka, Oedipus Rex) or Antigone (which was actually written first). My school had us read Antigone, and eventually I’ll get to that one. But the story … Continue reading Three Theban Plays: Oedipus The King, by Sophocles
My Copy: 9780946184712 (image from abebooks.com) If I recall correctly, my mother bought this for me back when I was a young shipwreck nut and wanted to learn everything I could about the Titanic disaster. She figured a sister was just as good, and yes--it was. I've read it a few times now, and have … Continue reading HMHS Britannic: The Last Titan, by Simon Mills
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A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
Caedmon: "Hwæt sceal ic singan?" Angel: "Sing me frumsceaft."
