Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, May 2009 What is love, tis not hereafter, Present mirth, hath present laughter: What’s to come, is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty: Youth’s a stuff will not endure – William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act ii, scene…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, May 2009 I am always going to the theatre, and so when I ask a member of my family if they want to go with me, they only want two pieces of information: What and Where. Producers, Cohoes There was no further discussion, my younger…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, May 2009 In April of 1921 popular author Elizabeth von Arnim*, then 55, widowed from her first marriage, divorced from her second, and being wooed by a handsome young man 30 years her junior, rented a medieval castello at Portofino, Italy with two other women.…
