Shakespeare Is Not Shakespeare, If He Were Bald Then Maybe
I am so gullible. As long as a ‘fact’ is written on paper I will believe it. The Da Vinci Code had me in a spiritual funk, Angels and Demons did nothing to pull me out. I fared better after reading the Bible. I read that my name meant ‘black pearl’, I believed it. Which put in my quite a quandary when I was told that it meant to wound’. Now this caused quite a conundrum. 1. Which version of my truth would I tell people? 2. Did this mean that I would have to settle on one meaning when both could serve me so well? For that man I did not want to give a chance I would throw black pearl at him with a careless glass over my shoulder. Smile at him one last time and walk away. For the potential Mr. Right I would look deeply in his eyes and dare him ‘To wound.’ And depending on his...