“I had to pick through the wreckage, blind at first. I had to find all the pieces of me, scattered all around, and put them back together, one by one.” Following a... Read more »
As a youth she wasnât popular among her peers. âFat and freckly with red hair and mad about horses,â remembers Clarissa Churchill. âWe used to bully her.â Nancy Mitford was no kinder:... Read more »