At the very moment the Queen of England was drawing her last breaths, I was on the phone with a former editor, one of my dearest British friends in London. We were talking about Liz Truss, the new Prime Minister.
“But are you keeping up with the bigger story here?” he asked me. We are news junkies, he and I, but for the moment I was flummoxed. “What story?”
“The Queen,” he said. “All the children, Charles and Andrew and Anne and William and even Harry are gathering at her bedside in Balmoral.” Continue reading “My Queen Is Dead: Elizabeth II 1926-2022”