The People’s Princess…

I wonder if other girls my age are feeling it this week… The sadness. The picked-the-scab-off of it all. She was our Elvis, our Marilyn, our JFK. Taken from us shockingly, without warning. I was always fascinated by the Royal Family. Just over a week before my mother died, I saw the Queen Mum. She was on her way to the Queen’s Plate at Woodbine … Continue reading The People’s Princess…