I’m a lawyer by trade, a writer by choice and a complete smartass by all accounts. I live in the suburban wilds of Boston with a finance geek, a small sass-based human and a pair of dogs named after Bond characters.
Books, dogs and Bard's Rest got me through this pandemic. An embarrassing amount of time was spent editing this book in the front seat of my car in a state forest by my house. There was a lot of Chapstick, lukewarm tea and weird looks from passing teenagers involved.
This book is a love letter in more ways than one. Growing up in New England, my best summers were spent in tiny New Hampshire towns swimming in lakes with silty bottoms at the base of mountains. As far as I’m aware, there’s no town of Bard enthusiasts holed up in the granite state putting on an annual Shakespeare festival. But don’t you think there should be?