For many years, I’ve published a weekly essay on a local HamletHub site: My Life On the Post Road began as the ramblings of a suburban mom who felt my life began and ended within a five mile stretch of the Post Road in Connecticut. What I realised in their creation, including the column’s morphing into My Life Off the Post Road when I went to study Shakespeare in England for a year, is that we are limited only by our minds, and not our geography.
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so,” says Hamlet (2.2.212) In a very rare second-guessing of Shakespeare, I’d argue that there’s nothing, but thinking makes it so. I’m with Socrates here: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” Perhaps a little less melodramatically, but I agree with the gist of his famous avowal. Whether on the Post Road or off it, I observe, ruminate, and mull constantly. And search for significance in those musings. Sometimes serious, sometimes seemingly trivial, I’ll share them in my attempt to make meaning as I go along. I hope you’ll join me for the journey, because, as I have often commented to my writing coaches and comrades, Everything’s and Essay.