Unlike Lincoln, my memories of Ford’s Theater are happy, if thoughtful, ones. I was born in Washington DC and lived most of my childhood and teen years in the general area. I had a terrific friend, Maryanne, that was able… Read More ›
Tragedy
Astrid of Belgium, Memorial Chapel in Switzerland
When I lived in Brussels with my family, I was slightly confused at the many things named “Astrid”. I knew that “Astrid” was a more “Nordic” name. I asked around and was told about the wonderful, still deeply loved, Princess… Read More ›
Two Different Girls 