But I’m writing this as my family back in the UK blow up my new phone (I love it) with photos of freshly fallen snow. So I can’t get everything right 😀
So Bill and I go back a while. My mother’s a big fan, there’s even a portrait of him hanging in the family dining room (looking snazzy on an oxblood coloured wall). English literature was one of my favourite classes, being able to go over his work and study it properly. It’s when I first realised that Shakespeare is better performed live.
It’s curious how that message, of loving who you are, is still something people struggle with today. Whether it is your race, size, orientation, or religion we still compare ourselves, and others, to these dizzy goddess like social standards.